Message-ID: <34275asstr$1009231805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20011224012130.25762.00002682@mb-fi.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 24 Dec 2001 06:21:30 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece by Pamela chapter 16b TG Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2001 17:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw All due warnings apply. Charlotte's Niece, Chapter 16 (B). For the complete story thus far see www.fictionmania.com under my name (Pamela). ****************************************** When we got back to Charlotte's apartment building it was four in the afternoon. Luckily, no one I knew was in the lobby. If I was going to fix things up with Linda it would have to be another day, after I had time to formulate a plan. Ethel greeted us when we entered the apartment and asked what was in the packages. Charlotte prompted me to show her everything, so I took out my new bras and showed them off. "And Aunt Charlotte bought me a new dress and one for her that matches mine," I said. "You've got to model them for me," Ethel said enthusiastically. "Come on, Vickie," Charlotte said, "let's have a fashion show." I went to my bedroom and Charlotte went to hers. I took off my skirt and blouse and took out the new dress from the plastic sheath covering it. I stepped into the petticoat and pulled it up to my waist. I put the dress on over my head and aimed my arms through the arm holes and pulled it down around me. The full skirt cascaded over the white petticoat and I fluffed it and tweezed it so it was perfectly covered. I went back to the living room and turned my back to Ethel and she came over and zipped up the dress. "My lord its pretty!" she said. Then Charlotte joined us in her matching dress and we stood together while Ethel went on and on about how beautiful we looked. "Charlotte! what a brilliant stroke. Now you and Vickie are truly aunt and niece. I looked at Charlotte and she looked at me, and she took my hand in hers. "You know Ethel, I think she really is Vickie." I felt myself getting choked up and the thought passed through my mind that Ethel had been right after all. It just had taken Charlotte a lot longer than we thought necessary to realize how nice it was that I could play the part of Vickie. Ethel went and found a camera and came back and had us pose for some photos. I stood next to Charlotte and she put her arm on my shoulder and I put my arm around her waist. In the next shot Ethel had us looking at each other and I was excited to see Charlotte smiling. Then Ethel had Charlotte sit on the sofa and she had me sit across her legs with my dress around her. Ethel came over and arranged the petticoat so it was draped evenly over Charlotte's leg. Charlotte had her arm resting on my back and I put my arm around her shoulders. In the last photo Ethel moved me so Charlotte and I were cheek to cheek, and after the shutter clicked, I felt Charlotte take me in her arms and give me a hug. She crushed me against her chest with such force that I felt the wind being pushed out of me. "Oh, I love you," Charlotte said. With that I hugged her back as hard as I could and said, "I love you too, Aunt Charlotte. I'm so sorry I was mean to you and I promise I'll always be loving to you." "And you'll always do what I say!" Charlotte said with a friendly questioning tone. "Yes, Aunt Charlotte!" I said. I looked over at Ethel and she seemed to be fighting back tears. To me she said, "you've had such a hard day and night, go to your room and relax until dinner. I'll fix everything!" "Are you sure?" "Yes. Take off your dress and petticoat and hang them up neatly and get under the covers and I'll wake you at dinner time!" I got up from Charlotte's lap and did as she said. I felt pretty, I was happy, this was going to turn out OK after all. Most of all I felt an inexpressible joy from having made Charlotte happy, and I was sure that I would do everything I could to make sure our relationship stayed as nice as it had become. ***************************************** In my bedroom, I took off my dress and hung it up in the closet. I decided to keep my petticoat on, but did take off my pantyhose. I also switched bras again, putting on the new padded bra which I had taken off to try on the dress. Then I pulled down the cover of my bed and hopped onto it. The soft white petticoat bunched up around my thighs and spread out around me in large lumps. It gave me a silky smooth and warm feeling and I lay back and arranged the petticoat around me smoothing it out. When it was neatly arranged I pulled the covers up over my chest. The doll which always was on the center of the bed was next to me and I picked it up and held it in front of me. The doll had beautiful golden blonde hair, blue eyes and pretty feminine features. Her lips were pursed as if she had just kissed somebody. They were bright red. I starred at the doll's face and found a point where the doll was looking deep into my eyes. "I don't know if you are alive or not, but I am going to pretend that you are," I whispered. "I'm going to pretend that your name is Lisa." The doll had on a dress and crinoline very much like the ones that Charlotte had bought me, though the dress was pink. I peeked inside the dress and saw that she was wearing stockings and underneath them was pink panties. I was able to look down the front of the dress and the doll was wearing a bra. I hugged Lisa, then looked at her again. "Maybe I'm a lot like Aunt Charlotte. You're my pretend niece, like I'm her pretend niece. I'm going to tell you all my secrets and give you lots of love." Lisa looked at me quietly. "I know what you're thinking. I'm just Greg pretending to be Vickie, but I'm not really Greg. In that you're wrong. Greg would never be wearing such a pretty petticoat and he doesn't have any bras. He wants to be a mathematician, and I want to be pretty for Aunt Charlotte!" I felt a sudden pang of anxiety, which I struggled to drive away by thinking about the feel of nylon against my thighs. "There is nothing wrong with being Vickie. What's the harm? I get to be pretty and make Aunt Charlotte happy. Why shouldn't I? She helped me find the Vickie which was always inside myself!" The anxiety still seemed to be floating around. I looked down at my bra. "Lisa, tell Greg to go away! He's bothering me!" What was this all about, I wondered? Talking to myself? I imagined Lisa saying, "what Greg? I don't see any Greg. There is just Vickie now, so why worry about Greg?" I played and talked with Lisa for a short while and then dozed off. I awoke to Ethel calling me to dinner. I put away my petticoat and got dressed again in my skirt and blouse and went out to the dining room. It was a pleasant, delicious dinner, and I enjoyed it even more since I did not have to constantly jump up and down to wait on everyone. Charlotte did not seem to mind at all that Ethel insisted I keep my seat. During dinner Charlotte said that she and Ethel were going out that night to the opera, and that I would have to put myself to bed. I was more than a little surprised that Charlotte would be willing to leave me alone at night in her apartment. My concern must have shown on my face, since Charlotte said, "do we need to call a sitter to come be with you? It can be arranged." The thought of having a baby sitter at my age was embarrassing. "I should be OK, Aunt Charlotte," I said. "Remember that you needed Aunt Ethel to babysit you last night, and you asked her to do the same tonight," Charlotte said. I had not viewed Ethel as being my babysitter. I had been scared because of the horrible night I had had, which had included the terrible beating Charlotte had given me. Moreover, despite how nice Charlotte had been to me today, she could probably find a pretext to beat me again anytime she wanted to. I certainly would not sneak into her room tonight. I should not be even thinking such thoughts. "I'll be OK, Aunt Charlotte," I said. finally. "Don't worry, dear," Ethel said, "I'll slip into bed with you tonight as soon as I get back. OK?" "Super, Aunt Ethel!," I said. "You will not stay up too late, will you?" Charlotte said. `No, Aunt Charlotte." "And tomorrow I'm going to call Ms. Pauley from work and see about getting you a job." "Thank you, Aunt Charlotte," I said. Later, they left for the opera and I stayed up watching TV. I tried reading some of my mathematics, but I could not concentrate. I stood outside Charlotte's bedroom door feeling an impulse to sneak into it to look around. I fought the desire with all my might. I focused on what would happen to my behind if she caught me, and she would surely throw me out on the street for good. She probably had set a trap for me. I walked away from the door and did come near it again. At ten O'clock on the dot I slipped into my nightie, washed up and went to bed. I left a few lights on in the apartment. It was a bit scary to be there alone, but the building was safe and in a few short hours, Ethel would be sleeping next to me again. I hoped I'd wake up when she entered my bed, since I was going to give her a big kiss when she did. *************************** I am in heaven or anyway I guess it must be heaven. Bright lights, soaring rainbows and sparkling vapor wafting over and around me. I feel a pleasure far greater than any I have ever known. I am happy beyond happiness. I am then thinking of my penis and I suddenly make the connection that the pleasure is radiating out from there. A hot vortex of pleasure swirls between my legs. Where could the pleasure come from? There is something else: I am being forced down as if under a great weight. I realize there is something heavy holding my legs down, and holding down my upper arms which are pinned to my sides. My head is being held as in a hot, soft, vise. My eyes open and I cannot see anything. It has been a dream. But the pleasure and the weight are still there. It is pitch black. Suddenly the pleasure from my penis increases. My member is being very gently stroked. The intensity of pleasure takes my breath away. I feel my penis jolt erect in response to the caress. Whatever is touching it is very gentle. Just a slight, slow touch up the pleasure side. It begins at the base and moves up slowly. I am fully awake now. The heaven had been in my dream. I attempt to move, but ecstasythe weight holding me down is too powerful. Am I still in my bed, I wonder. "Who is it?" I try to say, but my voice is muffled by something pushed up against my face. It is close and dark and hot and it is silky, slightly perfumed and heavy. It moves slowly over my face pushing into my mouth and nose. I realize it is a woman's crotch. "Charlotte!" I attempt to say and the pantied crotch is shoved harder on me smothering the sound. I attempt to move my arms and legs, and the weights holding them increase to compensate. I try sitting up and squirming to no avail. There is the full weight of two persons, one on my legs and the other pinning my arms and head. They are pushing down fiercely and stopping me from movement. The silky panty slides up and back on my face. I hear a slight moan above me. Is it Charlotte and Ethel I wonder? I feel panicky. What's going on? The hand is touching my penis again. It rests lightly at the base and then ever so slightly moves up toward the crown. A finger is careful to gently trace the underside of my penis and the pleasure is extraordinary. The pleasure builds steadily as the finger rises toward the sensitive area at the top. My penis hardens and reaches in response. I am shaking in anticipation of the finger hitting the top. My back is flexing uncontrollably, I feel the finger coming closer and closer to the top and it slows slightly prolonging the anticipation. I convulse awaiting the coming and then the finger finally hits the pleasure center and fires go off in my mind. Lights swirl around. The pleasure is boundless. The finger stops at this exact spot and idles there gently moving in the tiniest of circles. My back is spasming again and again. My penis is jumping and straining. The pleasure throbs throughout my organ and down through my balls into my thighs. I have no idea that such pleasure is possible. The panties are pushing slowly and rhythmically up and back on my face. The pressure is hard but not painful and I am sucking in breath at every chance. The panties feel wet and there is a slippery liquid cloying on my face. It has a woman's odor mingled with that of perfume. My head must be underneath the woman's skirt. Though muffled, I can clearly hear her moaning. I can't identify the voice. The hand is taken off my penis. Then something wet and hot is at the end of my penis sucking at the top. What must be a tongue laps at the tip. I cannot believe the pleasure and despite the forceful push of the panty over my face I manage to moan, "God, holy God." The unseen mouth captures the tip of my penis again and I silently scream, "GOD, GOD, MY GOD, OH MY GOD." The mouth pulls away and I feel two hands now. One is colder than the other. The hot one is back at my penis. The other is resting on my thigh and gently slides around toward my balls. It is cupping them, while the other hand begins its slow rise up my penis. There is a burst of red haze in my mind as the pleasure hits. My body wants to twitch but is constrained. The finger is reaching toward the spot. The anticipation rises up inside me. The hand on my balls pushes into my crotch with the fingers just touching the outside of my anus. The panties push harder and deeper into my face, I am trying to scream, I hear the woman above me loudly moaning. Suddenly the finger hits the spot near the top of my penis and the pleasure cascades through me in fiery spasms. I am so close to coming, I am about to come, and then the finger is removed, and my penis twitches as if about to come, but retreats from the brink. After a few seconds my penidesperates is touched again and it jerks up in expectation, and the finger is again removed. Back again and then away again. The time between touching varies and the teasing is making me insane. I am being driven mad. The pressure on my face fades and the person holding my arms shifts their weight so they are sitting on my chest. There is a great fumbling going on and I realize that the woman is taking off her panties. I try and say "who are you? Don't hurt me," but before it is out, her vagina is shoved onto my mouth. It is wet, musky and very hot, and it immediately sinks into a gentle, rhythmic sliding up and back across my face. The pressure is deliberate and sometimes shifts a bit from side to side. The woman is excited, her hips are alternately stiffening and melting. I could just bite her and she'd jump off me, I think. But if it is Charlotte, she'll beat me to an inch of my life. But what right does she have to rape me?" A mouth is back on my penis. This time it is sucking it up and down at a steady frequency. A free hand touches my balls lightly, and then holds them firmly. I am once again being brought up to the point of coming. I am worried about getting enough oxygen, and I'm feeling faint. With each stroke of pleasure on my penis, there is an electrical discharge across my brain. Its like stars floating around inside my head blinding my internal vision. The vagina on my face begins shuddering in a climax, there is what sounds like a scream. Is it Charlotte I wonder. I can't tell for sure. There is a furious sucking on the tip of my penis while the finger starts sliding up it slowly and I have lost all control of my reactions. I am helpless. The pleasure rises with the finger until it lands on the spot. I feel my penis exploding in orgasm, while the crotch on my face gets suddenly rigid impaling the vagina on my mouth and nose. I am desperate to breathe and the stars in my brain flare as in a super nova and suddenly are extinguished as all goes black. *********************************** I don't know when in the night it is, but I wake up and realize that Ethel is soundly sleeping next to me. There is a gentle rise and fall of her bosom. I do not know whether I want to snuggle against her or not. End of Chapter 16 (c) 2001 by Pamela, all rights reserved VickieTern@AOL.COM -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+