Charlotte's Niece
by Pamela
Chapter 22
The diaper and plastic pants felt bulky around my thighs and rear end as I walked backed to my room to get dressed. I had helped Charlotte clean herself after peeing. She had not asked me to collect her pee in my mouth, though she did say that we would get back to that later when we had more time. After I had gotten dressed she would come help me change the wet bed linens.
I put on the dress I had worn the previous day. I dreaded Phillipe's visit and did even more so now that I was wearing a diaper. He would relentlessly try and get up my dress and more than likely succeed. And then he would find my diaper and I had no idea how he would react. I did not want him to see me that way. One thing I could do to thwart Phillipe was to put on pantyhose. I got a pair out of my drawer and put them on. It was a snug fit over the diaper and plastic pants. Try getting past that, Phillipe!
While waiting for Charlotte, I took the doll I had named Lisa off the shelf and lay down on the dry side of the bed and held it. As much as I tried to love Charlotte and be as nice as possible, I always displeased her. Now I've gone from being Vickie, her pretty niece to Vickie a nasty little baby. No doubt I was dreaming about pee because she wanted me to be so involved with her peeing. It was not an easy thing to do. I could not tell exactly where her pee came out and it shot out so fast that I was afraid of choking on it. I started to sob. I did not know if I would ever be able to do what she wants. I tightly clutched Lisa. Her pink dress was not unlike my own. I looked into her eyes. She was not really smiling. She seemed to be a bit aloof. I felt lonely and hurt. I looked under her dress and saw her pink panties. Even the dolly gets to wear panties and I have to wear a diaper! My crying increased and I let out great sobs. I remembered that Ethel was finally coming home. I hoped she would sleep with me again. Charlotte would tell her I wet the bed and then she would not want to. But if I was wearing a diaper I guessed it would be OK after all.
I heard Charlotte walking outside my door and then she came into my room.
"You've been crying again?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
She shook her head. She was carrying clean sheets and working together we took off the wet ones as well as the mattress pad and put clean ones on, and then made up the coverlet and pillows. When we were done Charlotte came around the bed and sat down leaning against the back board and put her legs up. She touched my face with her hand and then my forehead.
"You make a pretty baby," she said, "though you're not too pretty when you cry." She looked me over. "Why haven't you put on a petticoat?" She got up and went to my closet and took down a white petticoat with pink ribbons stitched in a pattern around it. "Put this on," she said, "but first let me get you a tissue."
She went to the bathroom and came back with one and held it while I blew my nose. "Now put on the petticoat," she said.
I did as she said and I felt like more tears were coming. I looked at her fingers expecting her to give me a sign. Instead she said "why are you crying?"
For a long minute I did not say anything and then I said, "I've tried so hard to make you love me Aunt Charlotte and nothing I do turns out to be OK," and began crying again.
Charlotte looked at me as I sobbed with my chest heaving. She said, "every time I think that you have become totally truthful and devoted to me, you disappoint me. I say I love you and the next day I have to correct your behavior again. Love is not something that you can take for granted. When you get older you'll learn that hard lesson." The more she talked the more I cried.
"When you moved in here I had no inkling of just how much a baby you were. Remember all the boyish bravado I had to deal with until you discovered you were really more girl then boy, in fact, a very feminine girl with girlish instincts. But this too turned out to be just a symptom of something deeper. You are a baby, an infantile baby girl. You are helpless. You have to be taken care of. God, you cry as often as any baby. Its the way you express yourself. Think how much you've cried these last two weeks. It really is a burden on me, but I did promise Lillian that I'd take care of you and I will do so. I will change your diapers and feed you, and put you to bed and whatever. I'll keep you safe. I'll nourish and protect you. I'll let you have all the intimacy I can give. My vagina is there for you to serve. I have reserved it just for your benefit. You can take as much comfort from it as you want and need.
I stopped crying. Charlotte got up and came back with another tissue which she used to dry my eyes and then had me blow my nose again.
She sat back on the bed and said, "here," and she took my arm and positioned me so that I lay sideways on the bed with my head against her bosom. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off and then pulled down the straps of her white slip and lowered it to her waist exposing her bra. She lifted up one of the cups releasing her large breast and cradled my head in such a way that her nipple was in my mouth. It was hard, stiff and long and I began sucking it.
While I pulled gently on the tit, she said, "I know your mom and dad thought you had grown up. God, we all did. Just think, you were were enrolled at NYU already. But now I think we finally found out just what a baby you are."
I continued to suck her nipple. I felt at peace. I closed my eyes and made a soft sound like a baby.
"Imagine bed wetting at your age. It was your way of communicating what you were afraid to say all along. You want to be a baby."
I felt grateful for the chance to suck her tit and it helped me accept that what she was saying was true.
"I wonder how you can play with Phillipe and Felicity. They probably would find a baby boring. I need to find some infants for you to play with. I guess we could find a play group. Maybe there is one in the building. I'll have to get you some baby food. Maybe even a wet nurse. I know just the person. Maria. She lost her baby in a miscarriage. She's probably got an ample milk supply for you."
I had to pee. It would have to wait until later. Then I could sneak into the bathroom and do it. I could not imagine that Charlotte expected me to use the diaper for real. It must just be to prevent night time accidents.
Perhaps reading my mind, Charlotte said, "you haven't peed in a while. Does the baby have to pee pee?"
I looked up at her and shook my head.
"You haven't had breakfast. You must be hungry. I'll get you a bottle." She got up and walked to the kitchen with her breast exposed. In a few minutes she came back with a glass baby bottle containing milk. Her boob was back in her bra. She sat down in the same position as before and held up the bottle for me.
"What's this?" she said.
"A bottle, Aunt Charlotte," I said.
"It's your bottle. Vickie's bottle. What do you say to your mommy?"
"Thank you, mommy.".
She held up the bottle and placed the nipple in my mouth and I began to nurse. The milk was warm. She held me closely and I felt supported and peaceful. It was maybe the first time Charlotte had done something just for me.
The milk was good. I felt a ray of sunshine in my life, even happiness.
"Is my baby wet?" she said again.
I opened my eyes and looked up at her. I shook my head slightly from side to side. I felt Charlotte slip her hand inside my diaper and feel around. "Baby is dry," she said. "Its been a long time since baby wet her bed. Does she have to go pee pee now?"
I nodded my head.
"You should go now so I can have you in a clean diaper when Phillipe and Felicity come. They'll be here soon."
The milk was making me want to pee even more than I had wanted to a few minutes before and my bladder felt uncomfortable. I thought of asking if I could go to the bathroom and then thought the better of it.
"Come on, lets go pee pee in your dydee."
Her hand was still inside my diaper and she moved it so it rested on top of my penis. "Lets go pee pee little girl," she said and shook my penis slightly. I felt pleasure in my penis and pain in my bladder. I tried to let the pee flow. I could feel it welling up getting ready. At the same time I felt pleasure from her fingers touching near the top of my penis and I sensed my penis hardening.
"Come on little baby dolly girl, let's go pee pee now, so then the baby can have a fresh diaper for her friends."
I still had the nipple from the milk bottle in my mouth. I sucked some more milk and then made a great effort to pee. I sensed some impatience in Charlotte. As I felt closer to peeing my penis got stiffer at the same time. It was pushing up against Charlotte's hand. She let it move up a little and then circled her fingers around it so they were touching the underside. The pleasure was intense. Far from being able to pee, I felt an orgasm coming on. It would be in a matter of seconds if Charlotte kept on touching me in the same way.
"Come on, pee pee," Charlotte said. Her voice sounded like she was giving me an order. She firmly grabbed my stiff penis which was much too erect to be able to pee. She shook it back and forth. "Come on already."
"I'm trying Aunt Charlotte," I said with desperation.
"You're not trying hard enough," she said.
I bore down as hard as I could. My penis was erect and pushing out against the diaper. She swiveled my penis around against the resistance of the diaper until it was pointing in such a way that the underside rubbed against her hand and the diaper.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on, we don't have all day," she said and shook my penis back and forth. Every pass against the diaper was pleasurable and my penis got harder and harder.
"I'm trying Aunt Charlotte," I whined. Her breasts swayed up and down in her bra as she shook my penis. I was a million miles from peeing.
"Do it now," Charlotte said scowling and grabbed my penis even harder.
My bladder hurt but despite the pain the additional pressure on my penis caused it to reach orgasm and my semen shot out into her hand and the diaper.
Charlotte kept her hand firmly fixed on my penis as it slowly relaxed. As it did so the pain in my bladder intensified. "OK, now we've got that ridiculousness out of the way. Go ahead and pee."
I knew from prior experience that it would take a few minutes until I would be able to. "I'm trying, Aunt Charlotte," I said. Nervously I focused on peeing. Considering how much my bladder hurt I knew it could not be too much longer.
"Well, I'm waiting."
"I will, Aunt Charlotte," I said. I wondered when she was going to remove her hand from my diaper.
"Then step on it. I'm getting weary waiting for you!"
I felt a rush of pee coming up, then it stopped. "Oh, darn, Aunt Charlotte. I almost did." I feared that I'd never be able to pee and Charlotte would think it was purposeful.
"Now! Do it now!"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte." I tried with all my effort. "But your hand, Aunt Charlotte!"
"What about my hand?" It was resting over my penis. "Go ahead," she said.
I felt a rekindling of my hard-on. "What's that?" Charlotte said giving me a cold look. "Your playmates will be here shortly. There is no time for this foolishness. I don't want to have to get the belt." The thought of the belt made me tremble in fear and to my surprise I felt a rush of pee come out and into Charlotte's hand. At the same time my penis rose in an erection lifting her hand and the flow of pee stopped. Then my penis sagged a bit and pee began flowing again and the process repeated itself several times. I felt an intense pleasure in my penis, through my loins, to my rear end, and then up through my torso to my tingling nipples. It was as if my entire body was in orgasm. After the fifth squirt of pee, my penis settled down and a large soaking pee came out and ran through and around Charlotte's hand. The hot liquid flowed around my backside and thighs inside the plastic diaper cover. When I was done peeing I looked up at Charlotte. Her eyes were closed and her hand still rested inside my diaper.
Her eyes fluttered open and she said, "that's a good baby girl. All done with her pee pee. Its time I changed you. Your playmates will be here any second."
She took her hand out of my diaper and I followed her to her bedroom. She first went into the bathroom and washed her hand off while I watched. `Climb onto the changing table," she said. While I did so she said, "I'm going to stay home with you today. Its too much to ask Sara to take care of a baby. Tomorrow I can leave you with Ethel and I'm going to see if I can get you into a play group."
"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte."
Just as she started to undo the first diaper pin, the doorbell rang.
"Oh damn, its Sara. Look what happened because you took so long," she scolded. "Now you'll just have to wear a wet diaper all afternoon!"
"I'm sorry, Aunt Charlotte."
"You should be! But babies are babies, right?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"Come with me," she said and escorted me to the front door to greet Phillipe and Felicity.
After a minute of greetings and introductions at the front door, Phillipe, Felicity and I retired to my bedroom. Without saying a word, Phillipe opened up the monopoly board, spread it on the floor and placed hotels and money around it as if we were playing. I sat on the edge of my bed and watched. The wet diaper clung to me a little bit, but I did not feel it so much that I was uncomfortable. Phillipe had on a similar outfit as the day before: blue slacks, black shoes and a light blue shirt. He was intent on what he was doing and ignored me. For a moment I thought that he wanted to play monopoly, but then it became clear that the game was just a ruse in case we had a visitor.
When Phillipe was done setting up the monopoly game he said to Felicity, "OK. Here's the five dollars. Give a warning like we discussed."
"I want ten dollars," she said.
"We agreed to five."
"But Charlotte and Sara are there. It's twice the work."
"OK, you little rat!" he said and gave Felicity two five dollar bills.
"You're no better," Felicity said and indicated me with her eyes. I was terrified as to what Phillipe was planning now that he needed a guard.
Felicity took a book off the bookshelf and went out to the living room. With the door ajar Phillipe listened to Felicity ask if it was all right if she sat quietly reading a book since she had been bankrupted out of the monopoly game.
I heard Charlotte welcome her and then Phillipe closed the door. He turned around and faced me.
"Like I said. I'm back. Today I'll teach you some more about making your man feel good."
"You're not my man," I said. "Anyway, you're just a kid, and a very badly behaved one at that."
"I'm as much man as you can handle."
"No doubt, but I don't want a man."
"I'm doing you a favor and you know it. I'm better looking than any boy you've ever gone with before."
He was undoubtedly a handsome boy. "It doesn't matter how handsome you might be, if you force yourself on girls."
"I'm doing you a favor. Its for your own good."
I looked away. It was not possible to reason with someone so egotistical.
"We shouldn't waste time. First thing is you can take off my shoes and pants."
I scowled at Phillipe. What twisted things did he have in mind? No matter. What I had better not do is get Charlotte in here. I shuddered thinking what she might do to me. Phillipe stood next to me and pointed to his shoes. I got up off the bed and onto my hands and knees at his feet and untied the shoe laces. He raised one foot at a time and I took off his shoes. Then I took his socks off. I reached up and undid his belt buckle and then unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. His pants fell down to his ankles. I took them off him.
"Fold them neatly," he said.
I folded his pants and lay them down on the bed. He stood waiting in his white underwear.
"`Pull down my underpants." I did as he said and saw his half erect penis at my eye level.
"Good. You're being a bit nicer than yesterday."
"This is wrong."
"Shut up Vickie. You're so irritating. I think you belong in a convent. Now you can go play with my penis for a while."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically.
I had been on my knees. Now I arranged my dress and petticoat under me and sat down on the floor in front of him with my legs tucked to the side inside my skirts. I partly leaned against the bed so I had two hands free which I used to manipulate his penis and balls. His penis shot up into an erection as I massaged it. My left hand moved back and forth slowly and lightly on the shaft, while my right hand gently squeezed his balls.
Phillipe was overcome by the pleasure. He gasped, "great start, Vickie."
I kept on going for a few minutes. Some precum was forming at the end. This is going to be so easy I thought. He'll be firing in a minute. I worked systematically and steadily intent on getting him to come as quickly as possible so I'd be done with the whole stupid experience.
"Oh my God," he started to say, "you're so good. Put your hand on my butt."
I moved my hand from his balls to his butt. He began shaking frantically. Just when I had the feeling he was about to come he pulled away and grabbed my hands.
"Another second and I was about to come."
"You should just let go!" I said annoyed.
"Not yet. I want you to suck on me. But first I need to calm down. He lay down on the bed, put his arms behind his head and looked at me.
"I don't want to suck on you. Its gross," I said. I could not imagine putting his thing in my mouth.
"You'll like it. All girls like doing it. The girls who've done me like it a lot."
"What other girls?" I asked.
"You're jealous."
"Why would I be jealous?"
"Because you want to the the only girl who gets to suck on my cock."
"Yeah, right," I said sarcastically.
"Come on, you can start now. Its shrunk back but you can make it grow."
He moved so his legs were dangling over the edge of the bed to either side of me. I turned around and got up on my knees, rearranged my skirts and faced him. If I do this he will come in an instant and then he will forget about looking up my skirt.
"You'll love it," he said, "come on."
"I'm coming," I said. I rested my hands on his thighs and leaned forward to put his penis in my mouth. It was initially soft and kind of floppy, but as I closed my lips and tongue over it, it hardened.
"Good," Phillipe moaned.
I had never done this before, or even seen it done. I decided to move my tongue around on the underside but the organ had gotten stiff and seemed to have a mind of its own. I held the penis in my left hand and entered into a rhythm slowly sliding my lips and tongue up and down on the lower side. I continued to do this while every so often slowing down and then speeding up. It was clear that Phillipe was in ecstasy. Once again he seemed like he was about to come when I heard what sounded like Felicity shouting "Soup!"
Phillipe shot up in bed, scrambled past me, grabbed his pants and put them on. He shoved his underwear under the dresser and leaped to a spot next to the monopoly board, while tugging on me so I ended up also facing the board. He rushed to put his socks on. I could see the bulge in his pants. He pulled a doll off the shelf and placed it in his lap over his hard-on. The door opened and Charlotte was there.
"How are you kids getting along?" she asked.
"Great," Phillipe said non-nonchalantly, acting like he was absorbed in the game.
Charlotte looked at me, "fine Aunt Charlotte," I said. I could see Charlotte looking at the doll in Phillipe's lap.
"Do you like dolls?" Charlotte asked him.
"Oh no. Vickie was showing me her doll collection," he said.
Charlotte gave me a glance. "Would the two of you like a snack?"
"Sure," Phillipe said.
"Then come to the dining room," Charlotte said and left.
Phillipe got up. "Close call my little honey. You'll get some more cock time soon as we're done eating."
"I can hardly wait," I said.
"I want to do a little exploring under that pretty dress of yours."
All I could think of saying was, "you've got a stain on your front."
He looked down and saw a wet patch right over his penis. "Shit, it must be your spit."
I looked at him, "you should have put your underpants on."
He laughed, "you'll make a great little wifey one day.
After we ate some chocolate milk and cookies, Phillipe and I went back to the room to play "monopoly" while Felicity kept guard again. This time Phillipe raced to take his own pants and socks off.
"God my balls hurt," he said, "its something you girls will never understand. Come here and start licking me again." I got back into my position between his legs and took his penis back into my mouth. It was completely flaccid, and only slowly responded to my licking. After a few minutes in which I managed to get it more or less erect, Phillipe said, "I want to feel your tits." I was wearing my padded bra so it must have looked to him like I had breasts worthy of feeling. Maybe when he finds out how flat I am he will leave me alone.
Phillipe had me stop what I was doing and sit next to him leaning back against the headboard of the bed. "Stroke me with your hand while I feel you up." I put my hands in his lap and once again started playing with his penis. He put one arm across my shoulders and hugged me. His other hand felt my chest outside my dress. I expected him to realize instantly that I was wearing a padded bra, but he did not say anything. He acted like he loved what he was doing.
I think my hand was more effective than my tongue since his penis was once again rock hard and easy to work with. "I love you, Vickie," he said. I ignored him and then looked at his face. His eyes were closed. He was definitely the kind of boy that girls would like at least physically. Of course, he was beyond awful in his total disregard for my feelings.
Phillipe seemed to enjoy fondling my chest and went over and over my breasts with his hand. His penis was leaking precum and my hands were sliding easily over its surface. Phillipe lifted his free hand to my chin and turned my head toward him. He leaned over and began kissing me. His arm on my shoulder gripped me tightly. I felt his tongue penetrate my mouth. I relaxed and let him do what he wanted.
"Kiss me like you mean it," he said, "hold onto my tongue and don't stop with your hands."
I gave into his commands half heartedly. I sucked his tongue a little and kept my hand going up and down on his penis when I thought about it. He was clearly swooning over me.
I felt his hand go down the front of my dress through the neck opening. It was a princess style neckline and just slightly awkward for him. His hand cupped my bra cups, first one and then the other.
"Oh, God I am so horny," he said.
"Be gently with my breasts," I said between kisses.
"Sure, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry," I thought. I did not think it was possible he could feel remorse.
"OK. Enough of this," he said after a few minutes, "I'm so horny. I've got to take you."
"What?" I said.
"You know, I've got to make love to you."
"No!" I said horrified. "I'm a virgin."
"Obviously," he said, "but this is as good a time as any for you to lose it."
"No, Phillipe, don't do it to me. Its wrong!"
"You can't stay in the convent your whole life."
He took his hand out of my dress top and put it on my thigh. His arm across my back still held me tightly. His hand pulled up my dress and crinoline and exposed my stockinged legs underneath.
"Take off your pantyhose," he said.
"No."
"If you don't do it, I'll do it and I'm sure I'll put a run in them."
I got out of the bed and took off my pantyhose. So much for that trick I thought.
"Get back here," he said.
I sat down next to him again and he held me as before.
His hand once again lifted up my skirts.
"Please don't Phillipe," I said. Any second he'll find my diaper. His hand slid underneath my dress and I felt it touch the plastic pants. A look of puzzlement crossed his face.
"What's this?" he said. He felt around. He lifted up my skirt and petticoat and took a look.
"Lie down," he ordered.
I lay down and began crying. He pulled the layers of skirts up over my waist.
"What are you wearing?" His hand felt the thick diaper inside the plastic cover. "A diaper??" he said with what sounded like disgust. I kept whimpering. "A fucking diaper? You're wearing a fucking diaper?" He pulled back the diaper cover and touched the cotton diaper with his hand.
"Oh, Jesus, its fucking wet! You mean all this time you've been sitting here in a wet diaper? Or did you just wet yourself? Why the fuck are you wearing a diaper???"
His voice had been rising but then he calmed down. "Tell me! Stop your stupid crying and tell me!"
"I'm sorry Phillipe," I said between sobs. "Its Aunt Charlotte. I wet my bed and she said I now have to wear diapers."
"How could you wet your bed? At your age?"
"I don't know. I never did it before. I was having a dream about pee pee and instead of waking up to pee I just went ahead and peed. She was so mad at me!"
"I don't blame her." Phillipe looked at me. I averted my eyes. "And to think I was just falling for you." I let out a small whimper.
After a long pause he said, "I'm horny beyond belief. I need to fuck you. Take our diaper off."
"I can't. Aunt Charlotte pinned it on. It won't come off unless you unpin it. If Aunt Charlotte finds out I took it off she'll beat me. I know her. She's very strong and she can get very angry. Please don't let me get hurt!"
Phillipe looked at me skeptically. "You don't understand how horny I am. My balls are aching. I've got to fuck you."
"I'll suck on you."
"It's not good enough. I really want to fuck you."
"You could get me pregnant" I said.
Phillipe appeared to be thinking. He got up and paced back and forth. Then he said, "get up." I got up and stood next to the bed facing him. "Turn around." I turned around so I was facing the bed. He put his hand up my skirts from the rear and felt around until he held the top of my diaper and plastic pants. He tugged on it a little and said, "bend over." I leaned over the bed so my backside was up in the air. He pushed my dress and petticoat up over my waist onto my shoulders and neck.
"What are you doing?" I said.
He tugged on the diaper and pulled it from side to side. "I think I can pull your diaper down enough so I can get to your other hole."
"What?" I said in a panic.
"You know your asshole. I'll just use that instead of your pussy. Don't worry it will be OK."
"Please don't!" I said through my choking tears.
"It won't hurt at all. Did you see 'Last Tango in Paris?'"
I did not know what he was talking about. I lay sprawled on the bed with him pulling on the diaper. I was paralyzed with fear. I could not imagine how he could think of such a demented thing to do.
"There, I've got your cute little butt exposed. Just enough. Your diaper will come right back when I'm done. Do you have any vaseline in the bathroom?"
I nodded my head. "Don't move," he said and went to the bathroom. I turned my head sideways and saw him coming back while spreading Vaseline on the top of his penis.
"Man, I'm about to bust!" he said. "OK. I'll go slow. Let me know if it hurts."
"Please don't Phillipe. Don't do it."
I felt something push up against my bottom hole sort of poking me. First a little pressure then it backed up and came in with more pressure. It did not hurt and then suddenly it rammed hard into me and I felt a slight pain. "Ow," I said, "you're hurting me."
He backed off and then came in again.
"Ow," I said.
"I'm sorry," Phillipe said, "it won't hurt much longer. It's just at the beginning then it will feel great. You'll love it."
He said that through clenched teeth as he jammed his penis up again toward me and pushed harder with his body.
"Ow, Phillipe," I said in the midst of the pain, which felt like I was being cut.
"Oh God this is great," Phillipe said. "I'm not quite in yet." He backed off again and came forcibly forward into me.
"Ow, ow!" I said.
"Oh fantastic!" Phillipe said. "You're a little tight but we're getting there." He pulled out from as far in me as he had gotten and rested a second. My petticoat fell back a little and he pulled it back up and then yanked my diaper down a bit more. He firmly rested one hand on my waist and the other on my back.
"OK honey. One or two more and we'll be there!"
"You're hurting me. Don't do it please!" I sobbed.
He shoved his penis into me again, backed off shoved it in again and held it applying increasing pressure and then pulled out again and then shoved it in hard and kept forcing it, harder and harder.
"Ow, ow, ow," I wailed softly.
"Oh my God how great."
He pushed against me with the force of his whole body. "Its coming, it's coming!"
"Ow, ow, ow, oh no please please don't. You're hurting me."
"Its almost there," his voiced strained with emotion. "Oh God, we're in we're in! Its so incredible. Its fantastic. Oh God I love you."
"Ow, its so painful," I said.
"Wonderful fit. What a wonderful fit!" I felt Phillipe rhythmically pushing up and back against me. There was a sensation of his cock going in and out of my bottom.
"It hurts," I said.
"So wonderful," he said. The pace of his movement increased in speed and intensity. It seemed like his penis was halfway up the inside of my body. I was flattened against the bed by the force of his hands pushing against me.
"Oh Jesus, mother of Mary! he said. He entered into a frantic pulsating motion beating into my rear. Faster and faster.
"Owwwwwww," I wailed. "Please hurry up!" Out of the corner of my eye I saw the door to the room open and Felicity quietly sneak in and shut the door behind her. She stood watching us. It was out of Phillipe's field of view. Our eyes met. My eyes implored her to do something. Anything. She only seemed fascinated by the spectacle in front of her.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," Phillipe said under his breath as he slammed into my bottom.
"Please Felicity," I said.
Phillipe turned his head around and saw Felicity and turned back. "Keep guard," he gasped.
"They're in the kitchen. Don't worry," Felicity said.
Phillipe increased the speed of his motion.
"Oww," I moaned.
"She's wearing a diaper," Phillipe said in between breaths as he pumped away.
"God no!" Felicity said. "How gross. Why is she wearing it?"
Phillipe continued moving in and out rhythmically. "Its because.... she's a bed wetter."
"How disgusting," Felicity said.
Phillipe sped up even more and then slammed into me with a last big surge of energy and gave out a yelp of pleasure. He clung tightly to me as his penis stayed jammed into my bottom while the cum came shooting out in great pulses up into me. I felt the warmth of the hot fluid.
"Oww, Phillipe," I said, frozen in pain.
"I love you Vickie," he said and slowly pulled his shrinking penis out of me.
"That's yucky Phillipe," Felicity said. "Your ding dong is all greasy."
"Shut up and guard the door."
Phillipe went to the bathroom to clean himself off. I collapsed onto the bed. My bottom felt raw and throbbed with pain. I could see Felicity staring at my still exposed bottom. "I see blood," she said.
I reached around and felt with my hand. Phillipe's semen seemed to be everywhere. I looked at my finger tips and saw a slight trace of red.
"Not too much," she added.
Though he had tugged hard on my diaper, luckily the pins had held. I pulled it up to where it belonged and lay down on the bed. Phillipe came back from the bathroom. "Man that was the best ever!"
"You made Vickie bleed," Felicity said.
"I know. Its cause its the first time. The next time it won't hurt at all."
I got up and went to the bathroom and shut the door. I felt Phillipe's semen running out of my bottom. In front of the sink I wet a washcloth with hot water, rinsed it out and forced it down my back into the diaper and wiped myself as best I could. When I took it out I saw that it was covered mainly with semen and just a few small traces of blood. I guessed there would be some blood in the diaper, but there was nothing I could do about it. I cleaned off the washcloth and straightened myself up. My eyes were swollen from crying. I had to pee and I debated what I should do. I could ask Charlotte to let me sit on the potty or I could just use the diaper. Though the diaper was already wet I decided it would not be a good idea to risk what Charlotte might do. I stood still and concentrated on peeing. Within a few seconds I felt the diaper getting hot from the new pee. The diaper felt completely saturated when I was done. I hoped it would not leak out of the diaper cover.
I left the bathroom and saw Phillipe and Felicity setting up the monopoly board for a new game. "Come on and play with us," Phillipe said. "What piece do you want to be?"
After Phillipe and Felicity left, Charlotte said, "did you have fun?"
"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."
"Good. They are such nice children. Maybe you are old enough to play with kids of that age I don't know. Tomorrow maybe I'll take you to a play group in the building and you can see how you like playing with other babies. Now I should change that wet diaper of yours."
I followed her into her bedroom and climbed up on the changing table. Charlotte lifted my skirts and then pulled down my pantyhose and then pulled down the plastic pants. She undid the pins. "Boy are you drenched. What a messy diaper! What's this Vickie? There's some blood in your diaper."
"Blood, Aunt Charlotte?" I said.
"Yes. Near the top of your diaper. Did you unpin it to go pee pee by yourself?"
"No, Aunt Charlotte," I said after some hesitation.
"Don't lie to me!"
"I didn't, Aunt Charlotte!"
"Stuck yourself with the pin did you? That's fitting punishment!"
"I did not, Aunt Charlotte."
"How did the blood get there?"
"I don't know, Aunt Charlotte."
"I don't like babies who lie!" Charlotte said furiously.
She spanked me with her hand and I began to cry. She sharply spanked me five more times. "Do not ever take your diaper off by yourself! Do you understand?"
"Yes Aunt Charlotte, I promise," I wailed through my tears. "I won't do it again."
"God! You are the most difficult little brat. I give you everything. The prettiest clothes. Nice playmates and you still act contrary."
Charlotte took a moist towelette out of a container and cleaned my tush and thighs. She took another and cleaned my testicles and penis and then took another and went into my crack with it. "What a mess in there! All the blood and your other stuff collects in there!" The cleanser stung my bottom hole. Charlotte got a clean diaper and pinned me tightly into it and pulled the plastic pants back up.
"I know I've been short with you, but you are still my vagina princess," Charlotte smiled at me, "and I will not deprive you of at least that reward."
"Thank you Aunt Charlotte."
"Ethel is due back soon. Right now I have to pee terribly. Do you think we still need to go to the bathroom? Or do you feel we could do it in my bed where its more comfortable?"
"I don't know Aunt Charlotte. I don't know."
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