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Auntie's Panties

By: EasilyConfused



"I'll get it." Jake said to his girlfriend, responding to the sound of the front door bell. He was stunned, however, when the image on the other side of the glazing became reality and Jake came face to face with his Aunt Phoebe.

"Hallo Jakey. How are you?" she said as she bustled into the house. She gave him a peck on his right cheek. His senses were dusted with her perfume. That very same perfume. "How many years has it been? My you haven't changed a bit. Bring my cases in there's a darling." He watched as his Aunt continued into the lounge. He heard the sound of his girlfriend Brenda greeting this unexpected visitor. He was stunned. Robotically he went to the end of his path to retrieve two large suitcases and took them on into the house.

He placed the cases at the foot of the stairs and made his way into the lounge. His Aunt sat beside his girlfriend and was chatting away like they were old friends. He sensed nervousness in Brenda that he knew to well. His Aunt Phoebe was a woman with a strong will. She made many people feel uneasy in her presence.

"I don't wish to impose my dear," said Phoebe to Brenda, "but as I was in the area I thought I would pop in and see my favourite nephew. My how long has it been? It must be almost five years since we were last together." she said now looking straight at Jake. He suddenly felt his strength wither. 

"Now how about a coffee whilst I get to know your girlfriend better." Jake looked to Brenda who's body language was making it quite clear that she didn't want to be left alone with his Aunt. "Run along Jake there's a dear."

The conversation over coffee was mainly driven by his Aunt. Jake was wary of offering to much and Brenda seemed over powered and unable to construct a sentence. But it became apparent to both that Aunt Phoebe intended to stay for a while.

Brenda began preparations for the evening meal which gave Phoebe her cue to be directed to the guest room by Jake. She walked on ahead of Jake he noticed how elegant her legs still looked even though she was now the wrong side of her mid forties. He dutifully carried the two cases up the stairs and placed them on the guest bed. Fortunately, Brenda's house proud nature meant that the guest room was in good order. Jake didn't dare to think what his Aunt's reaction would have been otherwise. He made a quick check of the en suite and turned back into the guest room to find his Aunt had already opened one of her cases. It was adorned with an assortment of rich and decorative lingerie. "Help me put this away," she prompted.

"I should really be going back downstairs." His Aunt moved towards him. Jake felt himself flinch.

"Brenda can wait. I have your attention now. Now, lend me a hand darling." His Aunt handed him two of her silk slips and he placed them into the open drawer. She handed him a few more articles which he also placed in empty drawer space.

"You've done well in attracting a girl to spend her life with you. Does she know your little secret?" Jake stopped and looked at his Aunt. "Oh Jakey, don't give me that look. Your secret was always safe with me. Oh your mother knew of course. I told her. I think that's why she didn't tell me when you moved away. Of course, your mother soon paid the price for her indiscretion. She tried to play the domme to me. The poor thing, I suppose that's what attracted you to Brenda."

"What...I....?" Jake stood looking at his Aunt, his mouth grasping for words, his hands laden with silky lingerie.

"Brenda is so like your mother Jakey. Oh, but of course you knew that she was femme, why else would she have got together with you. You're perfect, a cissy and a femme."

"That was before. That's no longer me."

"Oh I beg to differ. Why yes five years is a long time. You might like to think that you have grown out of it, but honestly Jakey with the right direction once you've had the taste it's like riding a bike."

Jake looked stunned. Thoughts and images from a previous time came flooding back to him.

His Aunt had been his babysitter. His father had left the family and his mother needed to earn money to pay the bills so worked long hours. So his hours were spent with his Aunt in her big house. He couldn't remember when it first started, but she had made him wear girl's underwear and spend the day in dresses from an early age. 'Her precious little one.' As he got older he began to question their time together, but his Aunt's hold was too strong and his mother did not care or did not want to believe his stories he reckoned. Questions then turned to confusion and as his body began to develop he found that rather than be ashamed he became highly aroused wearing the satins and silks that his Aunt gave him to wear. In the end he found he wanted to make excuses to be with his Aunt rather than not. And then without warning his mother decided that they were to move away from his Aunt. But his natural needs were so great he would often dress in his Mother's clothes, but without the attention of his Aunt it was never the same. The thrill was not the same.

And then one day his Mother came home unexpectedly and caught Jake in her clothes. Rather than become upset she merely comforted him, but not as his Aunt had done. Jake's mother told him that she had moved away from his Aunt because she knew what his Aunt was making him do. 'Making him do.' He thought about that phrase. Was she really making him play 'dress up' in the end? His confusion returned and after many discussions with his mother he began to realize that wearing men's clothes was more appropriate than wearing women's. His mind slowly began to re-align. But the seed had been planted. Even he knew that. And its dormancy would only last as long as it wasn't nurtured.

And now he stood before his Aunt, his hands filled with her silken underwear, once again. He placed the next articles in an empty drawer. "Why you look flustered Jakey? Do you want to try them on? Wear them, like you used to?"

"No......more." She moved towards him stroking his cheek.

"Oh but yes Jakey, there will be much more. Now that I have found you again, we can carry on our little game. My, and you will be much more useful to me now that you are a little bit older. We can have you wearing much prettier outfits than in your younger days, now that your body has developed. If only slightly." Jake's mind began to race with a mixture of old excited memories and confusion and fear at their return. "Now let's see if we can't make you more comfortable." With which his Aunt unbuckled his jeans and let them slide down his legs leaving him with his jeans around his ankles and wearing his 'boxers'. "Oh these won't do. Take them of for me Jakey." Jake slowly began to step out of his jeans and then slowly removed his boxers and stepped from them as well. His Aunt grabbed his balls in her hand and Jake gave a painful gasp. "Gotcha." she said smiling. "Now we can't have you catching a cold can we." His Aunt shimmied up her skirt and slid her black satin panties down her stocking clad legs. She stepped from them and handed them to Jake. "Put them on." Jake looked at the panties without moving. His Aunt repeated herself, but this time her direction was a clear instruction. "I said, PUT THEM ON!" Jake's hand motioned forward and he took the panties from her hand and drew them up his legs. He could still feel the warmth of his Aunt within the material. His Aunt pulled the panties firmly around his buttocks and smoothing the material across his skin just as Brenda called them down for the evening meal. His Aunt kissed him on the forehead. "Put your jeans back on and follow me downstairs Jakey." Jake dressed and the two of them headed down the stairs to the dining room. Jake's cock was already rigid in the panties and he was certain that he was leaking pre cum.

The evening meal was a distant experience for Jake. His mind was wandering, returning to places it hadn't gone for so many years. To places he thought that it would never return. He battled with his own feelings. As he shifted in his chair he could feel the soft material caressing his cock and his bottom. His emotions electrified by what his Aunt would have in store for him. As each emotion washed over him he looked to Brenda who was deep in forced conversation with his Aunt. It was a pleading look. He knew that the brakes were now off and that it wouldn't take much more persuasion before he would be back under the control of his Aunt. He was weak. He wasn't a man in his Aunt's presence. She had made sure of that by carefully grooming him to her ways during his formative adolescent years.

When they retired to bed Jake was careful to change his clothing in the en suite, out of sight of Brenda. He secreted the panties in the laundry basket and climbed into bed.

"She plans to stay." said Brenda.

"Hmmmm, I know."

"Are you going to be OK with her on your own?" And then Jake remembered that Brenda was away with her work for the next week. A small part of his mind cried out, but he ignored its pleadings.

"We'll be fine. She doesn't bite after all." And with that the night caught them both.

Brenda had her bags packed by the time Jake had organized the breakfast. Brenda loaded the car and then came back into the house for a cup of coffee and some toast. They were both sat at the dining table when Phoebe entered the kitchen. She wore a cerise satin house dress under which a matching nightie was also visible. Her fluffy mules clip clopped across the wood floor.

"Hello my treasures, and how are you both?" Before Jake could answer Brenda gave a furtive look at her watch.

"Well I must be off. It was nice meeting you." She moved towards Aunt Phoebe to give her a kiss on the cheek and with perfect timing Phoebe switched her head to catch Brenda full on the lips. Brenda withdrew astonished and swiftly moved to Jake's side kissing him also on the cheek. "I'll call you tonight." With that she was out the front door and the car could be heard driving away.

"My she was keen to leave. I wonder why?" Phoebe laughed.

Jake sipped his coffee, his eyes focused on the table.

"Do you like my nightie Jakey?" Slowly he looked up and into his Aunt's eyes. "Well do you?" Jake nodded. Phoebe moved to the Venetian blinds over the kitchen window and drew them closed. She then stood beside Jake. "Feel my nightie Jakey. Fell how wonderful the material feels. How soft it is on your skin." Jake reached out and ran his hands across the material. He felt his cock begin to stir in his 'boxers'. Phoebe released the belt on the house coat so that Jake had easier access to the coat. After a few more minutes he took advantage and was rubbing the soft material against his cheek.

"I think we need to get you dressed properly don't you Jakey?"

"Yyyeeess." Jake's answer sounded almost like steam being released.

"Come, take my hand and let's have some fun." 

Auntie's Panties Ch. 02



Jake sat in his bath. The heat from the water made the room feel like a sauna. The main mirror was steamed over and Jake could feel perspiration on his brow. His body tingled from the heat. Pores were opening and cleansing. His body was also tingling from the lotion that his Aunt had added to the water. The lotion was intended to remove his body hair. Not that Jake was either hirsute or aware of the actions of the lotion, but Auntie could not have her Jakey covered in ugly man hair.

The door to the bathroom opened and Jake's Auntie entered closing the door behind her to ensure that the temperature in the room did not drop. Her mules making a dull sound across the bathroom floor vinyl. "How are you my sweet? Has all the nasty gone? Let Auntie look?" Jake found himself cupping his balls to protect his innocence. His shoulders hunched almost cowed to his Aunt. Phoebe ran her hand along his right leg from his calf to his groin. "Oh now Jakey, let Auntie check you for nasties." With which she flicked at his hands and they fell away. She ran her hand over his balls and gently squeezed them making Jake him sharply exhale. Phoebe then placed her hand on his cock. It was a semi but twitched and grew at her touch. Phoebe stroked on his cock several times cooing as Jake's hardness came to the full. "We must find a good use for this. Now out you come."

Phoebe held a large bath towel before Jake as he stepped from the bath. His newly hairless body tingled as his movements caught the change of temperature outside of the hot water. Phoebe wrapped the towel around him and braced it at Jake's front as if he had a cleavage. "Well look at you. As fresh as a daisy. Now, wouldn't that be fun if we called you Daisy."

"M...m..mmy name is Jake," he said without a great deal of conviction.

"Hush. If we're going to play proper dress up then you have to have a dress up name. Calling you Jakey when you were younger was one thing. But now......" She paused as she inspected him from head to toe. ".....now that you have matured you must have a proper grown up name. I will call you Daisy and you will only respond to that name. Is that clear Daisy?" Jake stared at his Aunt with tears welling in his eyes. "Did you hear me?" Jake nodded slowly, tears now running down his cheeks. "Good. Now, whenever I call you by your sissy name you will respond with 'Yes Mistress'. Now that you are a fully grown sissy I think that our time as Auntie and nephew is long behind us. Don't you agree Daisy?"

Jake was gently sobbing. He wiped a tear from his face and with his eyes looking to the ground he responded meekly. "Yyyess.....Mistress."

"Good girl. Now take my hand and let's get you sorted out." Phoebe offered Daisy her left hand which Daisy, face still to the ground took as they left the bathroom for the guest room. Once in the guest room Phoebe removed the towel from Daisy and gave him a look over. She twirled her hand and Daisy dutifully turned a full circle. "Wonderful, your body is so smooth with that nasty hair gone. We can't have any unsightliness in our pretty garments." Daisy's eyes remained focused on the floor.

"Now, I have some friends coming over later so we must have you looking your best."

"What people? Wh....," Daisy's questioning ended abruptly as Phoebe slapped his cheek hard.

"Who told you to speak?" Phoebe grabbed Daisy's face roughly by the chin and looked into the eyes of her nephew. "You speak when you are spoken to and at no other times." Phoebe released his chin and Daisy's gaze once more sank to the ground. "Now to work." Phoebe physically moved Daisy towards a chest of drawers where he stood as his Auntie produced a series of garments and placed them on the adjacent bed. Obviously satisfied with her work Phoebe returned her attention to her nephew.

Phoebe began by fastening a white satin garter belt around Daisy's waist, its four tassels hung loosely on Daisy's thighs. The sensation made his cock twitch and he felt an unwanted hardness begin to swell in his cock. Next his Auntie opened a packet from which fell a pair of white gossamer stockings. She pushed Daisy back onto the bed. "Lift your left leg Daisy dear. We never got to play with such complicated things when you were younger so I will help you this time but you must learn how to dress yourself in future and encasing your legs without laddering your garments will take some practice I feel." Daisy's nerves tingled as the feel of the stocking brushed against his newly shaved skin. Phoebe smoothed the silky material along his leg before fastening the stocking tops to the four fastenings. Daisy offered his right leg without any prompting. Phoebe paused and looked at Daisy. His face was eager and his eyes were wide with anticipation. "You're such a good sissy."

With the final stocking attached Phoebe produced a pair of white satin full panties that she slid up Daisy's legs. "Stand." Phoebe said sternly, to which Daisy immediately got to his feet. Phoebe slid the panties up Daisy's thighs and pulled them into place around his buttocks. "This won't do," Phoebe said pointing at the bulge in Daisy's panties. "Do you remember what you have to do Daisy?" Daisy reached inside his panties and slipped his cock between his thighs. "Wonderful!" said Phoebe. She ran her hands over the material covering Daisy's bottom. "Oh yes, I think we shall great fun taking your ass." Daisy looked up at Phoebe with this remark and received another slap across his cheek. "How dare you look upon me. You have no right to look upon your mistress unless instructed. And there will be plenty of instruction to follow including the offering of your ass for fucking. You will not argue. You will not protest. You will come to enjoy your life as our sissy slut. After a short while you will wonder why you ever fussed over such matters. Now where were we?"

Phoebe retrieved another garment from the bed. It was a white satin bra which had foam filled cups. She threaded the bra through Daisy's arms and fastened this to his body. The cups protruded slightly from his chest. "Yes, these will do. I think your little body would look wrong with huge breasts."

Daisy felt a further tingle throughout his body which he tried to reject. Old memories of playing 'dress up' were beginning to resurface. Hidden times from his younger days with Auntie Phoebe. Did he ever think it would come to this? 'We're only playing,' he tried to convince himself. "Oh yes," said Phoebe as she stood back looking at her nephew, "you look divine. Now we must find the perfect outfit. Obviously nothing that shows your sissy's cleavage. We must let you grow into that."

Daisy stood in his soft and dainty lingerie, his cock twitching at the feel of the material on his skin. Confusion wracked his mind. Should he try and escape? Not dressed like this. He would wait until his Aunt was asleep and then he would make a run for it. "My dear what are you thinking about? Is your sissy mind wandering?" Phoebe did not wait for a response and Daisy had none to offer. Phoebe held a white chiffon dress before Daisy. It had blue printed flowers within its pattern. Daisy looked at the dress in amazement. When he had played dress up before he had been dressed in party dresses that were for little girls, but this was a proper woman's dress. The chiffon looked so light. His mind raced. He wanted so much to feel the material against his skin. To wear it and to see himself wearing it. 'What am I thinking? This is wrong.' The voice was a little less assertive now however.

"Isn't it a lovely dress? I think it will compliment your figure perfectly." Phoebe unzipped the dress and helped Daisy climb into the chiffon outfit. Daisy felt his senses heighten further as the light material brushed against his skin. The feel of the chiffon as it met his stocking legs melted his willpower even further. "Oh delightful," said Phoebe. She checked her watch. "Timing is everything. We have just over thirty minutes to get you looking very delectable."

"Why? What's hap........?" Daisy's words trailed off as his Aunt landed another slap across his left cheek.

"Were you not told to hold your tongue until told?" Daisy, a tear welling in his eye, looked at his Aunt in confusion. 'Should I answer?' he thought to himself. "That's right my little sissy. Hold your tongue until instructed. Your tongue will be busy enough very soon. Now stop whimpering and sit." His Aunt pointed to a stool adjacent to the vanity table. Daisy turned towards the mirror. "No face me. I will need to see your face if I am to suitably dress it as well. Now stop crying or you will smear my work."

Daisy sat before his Aunt as she fussed at his face with a selection of make up items. His mind hurt from frustration. Frustrated with his ability not to fight back. He was a man, this was not right. But a part of him called on another time when he had been in his Aunt's thrall. A time when she had dressed him in frilly pants and skirts. 'Playing' she called it. And as he got older the playthings had become much more fun, such that in his mid teens the frilly things had been replaced by silken things. He had struggled with the thoughts and images but his Aunt had been so soothing, so knowing, so assuring. His thoughts to reject had been wrong she would tell him, and they would spend hours each dressed in silks and satins just being together. He would help her around the house whilst dressed and enjoy the lighter feel of the garments compared to his normal clothes.

Now sat before his Aunt those old feelings were resurfacing as the feel of the chiffon and the lingerie brushed against his hairless skin. He could feel his cock harden between his legs, straining to free itself from its unnatural position. His emotions continued to battle as he was dragged back to the present by his Aunt placing a wig onto his head. She clapped her hands with obvious joy when she saw the finished article. Daisy remained sat as he Aunt fussed with the contents of box from which she produced a pair of white heeled shoes which she placed on his feet as if he were Cinderella.

"Nothing too much to start with, but we can't have you wearing flats. You need to show off your legs at all times like a good sissy. Take my hands." Daisy did as he was told and stood in his heels the pull of the garter belt on his waist and the extra height from the heels confusing his balance. "Now come look at yourself. I think you will be a very welcome sight to our guests." Daisy held his Aunt's hand as she led him to a full length mirror. The image that looked back at him amazed him. The long blonde hair cascaded over the shoulders of the patterned dress and beneath it sat a well blushed set of high cheekbones and pouting red lips. He looked like the kind of fuck slut he used to enjoy jacking off to when he was younger.

He continued to survey his face as his the front door bell sounded. "Our guests have arrived!" his Aunt exclaimed. "Go down and let them in. I must prepare myself." Daisy stayed motionless. "Do as you are told." Daisy began to move but was verbally stopped by his Aunt. "What do you say when you are given an instruction?" Daisy looked at his Aunt puzzled. "You insolent little slut. I told you, you will respond to my commands with the words 'Yes Mistress'. Is that clear?" Daisy hesitated again. "Y...yyes M.mmistress." The door bell sounded again. "Now answer the door."

"Yes Mistress." 

Daisy headed from the bedroom. He carefully made his way down the stairs. Although the heels were only two inches he had no confidence in his balance. He saw images on the other side of the front door and paused. He was dressed as a woman, what was he doing answering the door? The door bell sounded again and it made him jump. Fear of what his Aunt might say, or do, made up his mind. Daisy opened the door. Three well attired and statuesque women made their way into the house without invitation. The first navigated her way to the the lounge and the others followed. Daisy slowly closed the front door and made his way toward the sound of animated chatter.

"You must be Daisy. Take our coats." Each of the women removed their coats and handed them to Daisy without seeking his confirmation. As each woman removed their outer layer Daisy caught the authoritative nature of their outfits. Each was dressed in a dark tailored suit with a white silk blouse, the buttons open to reveal their full cleavages. Their skirts ended just above the knee and their seamed black stocking legs sat within six inch black heels. Their make up was stunning and each stared at him as if he were in front of a headmistress. Dismissive and demeaning, he was quite obviously below them in any stature.

"Do you have vodka in this house?" Daisy nodded. "Make us three drinks, now, you little sissy."

Daisy hung up their coats in the hallway and returned to the lounge to make the drinks. The women continued to talk as Daisy knelt beside the sideboard and removed the glasses and alcohol. He was pouring the third drink when the women's conversation ceased. Daisy turned to see his Aunt entering the lounge. Fortunately he was not holding anything in his hands as he was certain he would have dropped it at her image. His Aunt had changed from her house coat into an outfit similar to the other women, although her appearance looked more polished than her guests.

Daisy noticed that the other women had their heads bowed. Phoebe walked towards them as they stood with their hands in front of them. She placed a finger on the chin of the first woman and raised her eyes to meet her own. Phoebe looked at the woman for a moment and then placed her hand under the woman's skirt. The woman let out a sigh as Phoebe removed her finger after a moment. Phoebe waved her glistening finger under the nose of the second woman who did not move.

"You may taste it." In a flash the second woman's mouth was on Phoebe's finger licking it dry. Phoebe removed the finger with a 'popping noise. Phoebe laughed as the second woman's head returned to the floor.

Phoebe moved to the final woman in the line. "I am so pleased to see you here Anna my dear. I think I will enjoy you greatly." Phoebe turned to Daisy and commanded him to make a fourth drink.

"My ladies, may I introduce to you Daisy, our new sissy. She is a virgin. Did you remember to contact Gavin my dear Tania?"

The second woman spoke. "Yes Mistress. I gave him the address and he will be here at 4pm."

"Wonderful, well then whilst we wait," Phoebe said hitching her skirt to reveal a shaved cunt, "Anna can show me how grateful she is for being allowed into my club."

Daisy watched as the third woman moved from her position and knelt before his Aunt before pacing hands on his Aunt's thighs and plunging her face between them and finally her tongue onto his Aunt's clit. Phoebe let out a sigh and a laugh and looking at the stunned Daisy said "Are you getting wet my dear? I hope so, as you will be next."

Daisy's cock was so hard it slipped from between his thighs and stretched beyond the material of his silk panties.

'What does she mean?' he thought to himself. 



Auntie's Panties Ch. 03



The air in the lounge was filled with both aromatic and visual sexual pleasures as Phoebe continued to enjoy the skill with which Anna ploughed her Mistress's slit with her tongue. Phoebe's hands were on Anna's head ensuring that the penetrations from the latest addition to her brood were deep and long. Anna made muffled sounds as she battled for air whilst continuing with the ministrations to her Mistress's gash. The pungent musk from Phoebe's cunt grew as Anna continued her work and Daisy was beside himself with want as he watched the two women at play.

The sight of his Aunt being so filled with desire made him want to lift his skirt and stroke his cock. But Daisy was transfixed. His cock ached to be touched as it once more pressed free of its silken confines. Daisy slipped a hand under his skirt and placed his cock within the lining of his panties for security. 

The craven atmosphere in the lounge was suddenly broken by the sound of the telephone ringing in the hallway. Phoebe looked at Daisy in anger. "Answer that. My pussy was about to coat Anna's face then, but now she will have to work on my clit a little longer." 

"Yes mistress." Daisy tottered across the lounge, passed the two other women who, heads still bowed, showed no emotion in front of their Mistress. The phone rang again before Daisy picked it up. "Hello?" 

"Jake? It's Brenda." Daisy's mind flashed. Brenda. His girlfriend. 

"Hello Brenda. How's your day?" 

"Is your Aunt still there?" Daisy did not answer. "I gather that's a yes. Look, that woman gives me the creeps. I'm going to stay over at Hailey's tonight. Just get rid of her and give me a call. I just don't want to be in the same house as her. I'm sorry 'hun'. I do love you, but you've got to get rid of her. I'll call you later." The line went dead. Daisy placed the receiver back in its cradle. 

Daisy returned to the lounge. Anna had obviously been successful in giving Phoebe her orgasm as her head was no longer between his Aunt's thighs, and the slave now knelt passively head bowed before his Aunt. Mistress, not Aunt. He had to remember. 'But what of Brenda? What would she say?' 

"Who was on the phone?" A slight pause. Too long. Firmer "Who?" 

"Brenda, Mistress." 

Phoebe's eye lit up with anticipation. "Is she on her way here?" 

The pause was shorter. "No Mistress." 

Phoebe looked angry "Why?" A lengthy pause. Again. "Come HERE." Daisy paused momentarily. There was no 'hurry up' but he moved at a degree of haste, wanting to avoid further distain and almost toppled on his right heel as he did so. 

Phoebe stood simultaneously as Daisy arrived by her side. Daisy looked upon his Aunt's face. At 5' 8" tall Daisy was hardly a tall man, and even though his heels gave him added stature his Aunt's own footwear ensured that they were at eye level. The look of his Aunt made Daisy cower however. Daisy could tell by the look on his Aunt's face that he had wronged her and dutifully dropped his gaze to he floor. "Well at least you've learnt how to respect your Mistress today. Now," she said grabbing his face and meeting his eyes once more, "Why?" 

As his Aunt looked at him Daisy felt his cock hardening. This was so wrong. He was being humiliated by a woman who had tended him from a young age and yet it turned him on. The only fortunate matter was that at least this time his hardness appeared to be confining itself to his panties. 

"She doesn't want to come home whilst you are in the house, Mistress." Phoebe glowered at him for a moment and then laughed before releasing his face. 

"How interesting. So she has some fight in her. And I thought she was going to be a pushover. We must think of a plan for her. Anna, stand." Anna moved from her knees but kept her head bowed. "Anna was a lot like Brenda when we were first introduced. Unaware of her own sexual being. Like Brenda she was associated with a man not worthy of her. She had no idea how special she could be. And now look at her. She is on a path which will offer her great rewards as she hones her performance and becomes all that she can be. Isn't that right dear?" 

"Yes my Mistress," Anna chimed. Daisy noticed that Anna's chin was still coated in pussy juice. 

The door bell sounded. 

"It sounds like your own path to discovery is about to commence my dear Daisy. Tania, answer that." 

"Yes Mistress." As Tania left the lounge Daisy turned to his Aunt his confused mind requiring answers. 

As if prompted by Daisy, Phoebe provided the clarity to his current situation. "This is the first day of your sexual re-awakening Daisy my dear. We can only hope that those formative years conditioning your weak mind have left their mark accordingly. If not.......... Well, I'm sure our guest will soon adjust your outlook." 

Daisy shifted on his heels. He could hear Tania directing someone to the lounge. Time seemed to drag. Daisy thought of the 'conditioning' as his Aunt put it. His cock was stirring at those distant memories. His emotions not helped by being dressed in feminine attire. The thoughts and feelings that until his Aunt's unexpected return into his life had been slowly erased. Or had they? 

For a long while no one had known about his playtime with his Aunt, but for him and his Aunt. That's the way she wanted it and thanks to his own embarrassment that was the way it had stayed. Until the fateful day, driven by his new longings, his mother caught him wearing some of her underwear. His mother banned him from seeing his Aunt immediately. 

But of course, that never lasted. 

One day whilst out shopping he happened upon his Aunt in the same mall. Had she been tracking him like some of kind of sexual prey. And yet he felt no dread at her appearance. She insisted on giving him a lift home. He had other plans but he welcomed his Aunt's insistence openly, drawn back into her hold on him. But the lift had been to her home. Had he really known that this would be the outcome? Before long he was once again in silk panties and wearing his favourite shimmering nightie. All was as it had been before his mother's banishment. 

"You're mother doesn't know what's best for you my sweet. Do you have such fun with her?" He had to admit he didn't. But deep down he also knew that the games he played with his Aunt were not normal. But his Aunt had a way of making him feel relaxed. Trusting. But there was also a dominant nature that he had learnt to abide by or suffer the consequences. She had made him wear a butt plug one afternoon as a punishment for questioning one of her commands. But as time went by he found himself willingly questioning her authority so that he could be further humiliated and subdued. 

His relationships with women had never been easy he felt as a result of his mother's over protective nature. A flaw his Aunt used to her benefit. His over bearing mother had made him subdued and insular, something his Aunt quickly noted during her visits to her sister. When her sister still welcomed Phoebe into her home. So when Phoebe determined that her preference was more for a nephew than niece, she found that there was little fight from her charge. 

Daisy's mind was re-focused by the return of Tania who was accompanied by a rugged looking man dressed in a blue denim suit. Daisy guessed his age at mid forties by his facial appearance which was surrounded by a flowing mane of dark hair which hung over his shoulders. Phoebe glided over to meet him. She seemed almost in awe as she embraced him warmly. Her normal dominance appearing to diminish in his presence. Daisy felt uneasy at this scene. "How good of you to join us Martin. Have you brought what you need?" 

Martin smiled a broad bright smile and grabbed at his crotch. "I generally only need this when you ladies call. It seems to be enough." 

Phoebe laughed animatedly. "Oh my darling Martin, this is a special event which I know you will enjoy. I need to break in my niece. She's a virgin sissy slut wannabe. She has been preparing for a day like today for so long I felt that the privilege of taking her virgin ass should be yours. She'll be good and tight for you as you work her ass." Daisy's eye flew wide. His Aunt meant him. "I...I....I...." 

"Hush now Daisy," said Phoebe. "Martin doesn't want to know what you want unless I tell you so. I will instruct him on your needs and you will learn from his direction. Especially his initial direction into your anal passage. Isn't that what you want? To be like the other girls? To be taken hard by a real man?" 

Daisy took two steps towards the exit of the lounge. 

"Stay still you little bitch," ordered Phoebe. Daisy continued to move towards the lounge exit but felt a firm hand on his left shoulder stop his movements. He was spun around in an instant toppling slightly on his heels. His face met that of Martin's who smiled back at his panicked expression. 

"P....p....please.." 

"Listen to this one. She's actually begging for it. Dirty little whore. I like it when they beg. It makes me good and hard." Daisy began to shake his head pitifully but as he did Martin moved forward and grabbed at his rear and clasped his pantie clad buttocks drawing Daisy closer to him. "Oh, you have a good ass. I like its feel." "Nnnno.....I.........." Daisy's protests were lacking strength. It was as if being dressed as a woman had made him meek. He tried to gather some inner strength, but Martin must have guessed this and drew Daisy further in toward him and kissed Daisy deeply. 

Martin's tongue burrowed into Daisy's mouth. Daisy gasped for air but his strength could not compete with Martin's whose strong athletic physique held sway. 

After what seemed like an age to Daisy, Martin withdrew. Daisy tried to gather his senses but had little time before his molestation continued. 

Daisy's mind was lost in confusion. He felt himself lost as a man. He was being ravaged by a man. This man dressed in what were manly clothes and Daisy was submitting, willingly, dressed in his pretty summer dress. His own unmanliness quite apparent. 

Daisy felt his hardness returning. His body betrayed him. His mind was still uncertain but his body was not. He was enjoying this. His memories drifted back to his time with his Aunt again. 

He remembered that they would both be dressed in finest lingerie sat before the television watching videos that his Aunt insisted Daisy should watch. At his young age Daisy was uncertain of the images before him. The women were obviously men dressed in women's clothes. As he watched his first video he remembered feeling unsure wanting to leave, but his Aunt began to rub his cock through his satin briefs. "Aren't they pretty my dear. Wouldn't you like to be a maid dressed in lovely laces and frills?" All the while his Aunt continued to apply pressure on his cock as it grew in the satin material. 

"So you're a virgin? Lovely. I like a good virgin ass. Are you a good virgin ass, slut?" Daisy did not answer. His mouth moved silently. Martin squeezed on Daisy's ass some more. "Well? Are you going to ride me hard slut or do I have to take you?" Daisy's eyes widened at this last remark. "Oh, you want to be taken. Dirty little whore. Martin moved his hands into Daisy's panties and finding Daisy's anus slipped a digit into its groove. Daisy jolted, but as Martin worked in a second digit Daisy unexpectedly began to feel a warmth stir in his loins. His body was beginning to enjoy these inappropriate probings. 

Daisy's cock was now straining to stay confined once again. His inner protests were now being subdued by a stronger voice telling him to enjoy the experience. 

Subconsciously Daisy placed an arm around Martin's neck and drew him in. "Good girl," cooed Phoebe excitedly. "Ladies feel free to express yourself as you enjoy the show." Timidly at first Tania placed her left hand onto her right breast and began to gently knead it threw her satin blouse. Anna followed and began to rub at the front of her skirt feverishly.

Daisy by now was deep in embrace with Martin who now had both hands within Daisy's panties and was gently spreading Daisy's ass cheeks. Daisy gasped at the sensation and sank further in to Martin's embrace. Daisy was seemingly being driven to new levels of desire.

After a moment or two Martin moved his hand towards Daisy's groin and found his extended cock sat beyond the material of his panties. Lifting Daisy's skirt Martin turned to Phoebe "I think your niece is enjoying herself," he chuckled. 

"Isn't she such a naughty girl," Phoebe purred. 

Martin turned back to Daisy and saw the want in his eyes. His lipstick smeared lips were spread and wanting to re-engage with Martin. Martin smiled at Daisy's reaction. How could any woman, even a sissified version, refuse his charms. Martin swiftly removed his jacket and then his t-shirt before kicking off his boots revealing naked feet and placed his hand at the back of Daisy's head pressing it gently against his chest. 

Daisy knew not why but the smell of Martin's musk stirred him to nuzzle and lick at his seducer's hairless pecs. Moving from pec to pec enjoying the firmness of their shape on his lips. He darted his tongue at each of Martin's nipples several times, just as he had seen the sissies do in his Auntie's films. His excitement and feminine desire growing with each caress. 

As Daisy continued to move over Martin's flesh he once again felt strong hands on his shoulders forcing him downwards. Daisy had no other choice but to fall to his knees. Martin unbuckled his jeans and lowered his denims. He wore no underwear which therefore gave Daisy instant access to Martin's engorged manhood and Daisy needed no second invite. 

Martin gently slapped each cheek on Daisy's face with his cock extracting a sigh from the image before him. He placed his hand at the back of Daisy's head and guided his cock towards Daisy mouth. 

Just like the many sissy sluts that Daisy had watched in awe he slowly opened his mouth and took in as much of the organ as he could manage. Martin slowly withdrew before once again working his cock within Daisy's mouth. He did this a few more times before Daisy took charge of the rocking motion. The musk of sex was everywhere in the lounge as Daisy began his road to actual sexual transformation. 

Both Anna and Phoebe were separately working their clits resting against adjacent furniture. The sound of their fingers working through their slickness audible to any interested listener. But this did include Tania and Gabby who were themselves engaged in their own lustful fulfilment driven on by Martin and Daisy's lovemaking. Gabby working on her clit her head fully reclined on the sofa but shrouded from view by Tania's ass which was resting on Gabby's face as Gabby worked on Tania's cunt orally. Tania, through gasps of pleasure played with her tits with her free hand whilst holding her balance on the sofa with her other. 

Daisy's own fulsome oral activities meant that he had saliva running down his chin. His efforts on Martin's cock had produced the desired effect. Martin's cock had thickened and now sprang from his loins almost spear like. As Martin withdrew from Daisy's mouth, Daisy instinctively reached for the member. 

"Oh no sweet cheeks, this baby isn't going to be wasted on your face, today." Daisy looked painfully at Martin. 

"Aw look at the poor thing Martin. Don't tease her. Please her. As only you can," encouraged Phoebe. 

Martin reached towards his small rucksack, Daisy watching as Martin's cock bounced in time with his motion. Martin produced a tube which he squirted into his hand and then continued to spread the substance over his cock. He squeezed more onto his fingers as he returned to stand before Daisy. Daisy reached robotically for Martin's cock with his hand but Martin knocked it away. 

"What did I tell you," he said mockingly. "Now turnaround and let's see that lovely virgin ass of yours." 

Without a second asking Daisy positioned his self on all fours with his ass jutting high. 

"Are you sure she's a virgin?" Martin asked of Phoebe. 

"Oh very much so. But she was well conditioned from a young age. She just needed to put her training into action." 

Conditioned? 

Daisy thought of that word once more as he knelt with his wanton ass in the air. His Aunt had used it so many times could it be true? Could he have been conditioned? 

His mind argued with the facts. Old images returned. Old feelings built in his stomach. His cock was rigid. Thoughts of his Aunt with his cock in her hands stroking him as he watched images of sissified men encased in satins and silks obeying dominating women or being willingly taken by real men. At first he was disgusted by the images portrayed, but over time with his Aunt's firm direction he began to take these actions as normal, cumming endlessly onto his Aunt's encouraging hands and cleaning his juices from her hand hungrily. 

He felt that well of excitement within him now as Martin grabbed him firmly by the waist and pulled him to his feet moving Daisy so that he was bent over the arm of the sofa. Daisy found his head resting close to Anna's slick musky cunt. Anna was lost in her own emotions and did not flinch from her own explorations. 

Re-positioned Martin lifted Daisy's skirt over his back and pulled down Daisy's panties. He spread Daisy's ass cheeks and locating his anus slapped the cream over the hole working in first one then two digits. Daisy cried out with excitement and pleasure. Martin continued to work the cream around Daisy's rim slowly working his cock into Daisy's anal passage. Daisy let out another cry which was mixed this time with an element of pain and Martin probed deeper. Martin withdrew slightly, listening to a pleading whimper from his quest, before spearing his cock into Daisy's hole once more. Daisy cried out again, but this time with less protest, as his virgin ass was taken. Daisy's cries were muted as Martin entered him for a third time and with the fourth push Daisy's cries of pain had definitely switched to pleasure. As Martin continued to pound at Daisy's ass with his cock Daisy's cries became more and more carnal. 

Martin held Daisy's hips as he thrust into him. Daisy remained hard himself resulting and began to feel his orgasm building from the friction caused by his cock rubbing against the arm of the sofa with each rhythmic thrust from behind. His senses were further heightened by the strong musk emanating from Anna's cunt which was working into its lava within an inch of his nose. Martin was now rapidly thrusting at Daisy's ass with his prey now sighing and gasping below him. Daisy found he could no longer contain his excitement and his cock exploded onto the sofa's arm. His mind was a mix of emotions but he felt so wanton and accepting of how he was being taken and subdued he felt himself hardening again at the point where Martin gave a final hard thrust and came deep within Daisy's ass. 

Martin carried on for a few more thrusts before withdrawing from Daisy. Daisy remained spent over the arm of the sofa but Martin span him around and forced Daisy to his knees. The taken sissy knelt before his master and willingly took Martin's softening spunk covered cock into his own mouth. At first Daisy gagged slightly at the taste of the salty substance. "Clean me up bitch," Martin said grabbing the back of Daisy's head and forcing it further into Martin's groin. Daisy gasped for air. Even distended Martin's cock filled his mouth preventing the passage of air and now with his nose buried in the pubic hair of Martin's groin that avenue to relief was also limited. Panic began to set in. Fear grabbed his mind. His mind raced. His adrenaline pumped. Daisy's cock was now extended beyond the confines of his panties once more. How depraved had he become? Martin did not release the back of Daisy's head and he realised his escape route required compliance. Daisy's tongue began to move over the vessel in his mouth. His gag release kicked in and he swallowed salty cum. The taste did not disgust him and so he quickened with his work and he felt Martin begin to release his hold on his head. 




Auntie's Panties Ch. 03



"Fuuuccckkk!!!! Oh yeah, work my cock like that anymore and we'll need to find some more lubricants." Martin had released Daisy's head but Daisy was now in no mood to remove his mouth. He ran his tongue feverishly along Martin's hardening shaft and as he did so he reached for his own extended cock. Daisy began to pump his cock feverishly with his left hand. 

"Yeah that's right you slut make me hard." Martin was panting hard his hands on Daisy's shoulders aiding Daisy's rocking motion. Martin had been given many blowjobs by both men and women, but he had to admit that only a handful had ever given him such a thrill as the painted and submissive person before him. He could feel the fire in his balls raging as Daisy continued to run his tongue along Martin's shaft and then intermittently returning to bob Martin's cock in and out of his mouth. Phoebe had really trained this one well.

Suddenly Martin felt a warmth at his feet and noticed that Daisy had sprayed his cum over Martin's feet. "Dirty little slut," Martin said, withdrawing his cock from Daisy's mouth. Daisy's tongue followed the tip as it left his mouth. Martin worked his cock for only a few strokes before he too came, spraying his cum over Daisy's painted face and into his blonde wig. Daisy's mouth was still open and his tongue felt for the warm substance as it laced and danced in the air before the majority of it found his face. Martin fired off a few more rounds before he stopped. Daisy moved in again to take Martin's cock into his mouth, but Martin pushed him away. "You really are an eager little whore aren't you. Phoebe you've created a nympho with this one." 

"She does appear rather keen to have some more of your lovely cock", Phoebe said through gentle laughter. "But some of us know how wondrous your cock can be at times. Daisy, tidy yourself up."

Daisy looked over towards where his Auntie was sat. She looked at his dazed appearance, streaks of cum still on his cheeks and hanging from his chin. "Did you not hear me!" Daisy looked around him and slowly got to his feet. He felt giddy but not through delirium. Giddy in a scared way. He almost fell as he stood catching himself as he noticed that his panties were still around his ankles. He reached down and pulled them up his legs and over his limp cock which was still damp from his own orgasm. He smoothed down his skirt over his panties and stood patiently looking once more to his Auntie for direction.

"Good girl. Now come here." Daisy walked over to his Aunt. "Now my little sissy has lost her virginity I think we'll have less trouble from you won't we. You enjoyed taking a man's cock in your ass didn't you?" Daisy paused momentarily. "Didn't you?", Phoebe asked questioningly.

"Yes Mistress." "Let me see. Anna, bring me the camera." Daisy watched on, the warm throb from his ass slowly subsiding, as Anna retrieved a video camera which sat upon a tripod and handed it to Phoebe.

"Ah yes, here." Phoebe displayed the viewing screen to Daisy. He watched as the footage replayed images of Daisy lying prone over the sofa as Martin was quite obviously fucking him in his ass. From the small screen it could have been any woman being anally taken. But he recognised the pattern of his dress and Martin, his first male lover. Daisy knew that in a larger image it would be quite apparent that the person being fucked from the rear was him.

Daisy's mind cast back to his younger days when his Aunt had babysat for him. The footage of Daisy was so similar to those films they had watched together. He had always told her they made him feel uncomfortable but as she stroked his cock his sexual urges and the images of feminised and dominated men became so appealing. As time went by he could think of nothing other than those images as he masturbated in private. His urges were driven by those images. And when he broke free from his Aunt's clutches his mind would still drift back to their days together. Even after his marriage.

"Acceptance of who we are is part of life's battle Daisy my sweet", Phoebe said moving towards Daisy. "And you my sweet are..........." Phoebe paused. "Would you like to tell us?" Daisy's head bowed. "Daisy?"

"I'm a sissy."

Phoebe squealed with joy and clapped loudly. "How wonderful. So much easier than I thought. But my dear, you are a sissy slut. You have shown today that you like nothing better than a good firm cock, and we must make sure that you are never disappointed." 

Daisy felt a familiar inner warmth and once more his cock began to harden. 



Auntie's Panties Ch. 04



Brenda sat watching the house from Hailey's car. The house that was still her home. Her home that she hadn't lived in for more than six months since the day that Jake's Aunt had arrived.

They had parked discreetly but made sure that they had a good view of the house very early that morning which gave some explanation for the gently sleepy wheeze escaping rhythmically from Hailey. Brenda was far from asleep. Her mind could not rest.

Jake had contacted her earlier in the week to say that his Aunt had finally left. He almost pleaded with Brenda to come back home. For four days Brenda had sat watching carefully for signs of Jake's Aunt. Phoebe. Other than the occasional sight of Jake on an errand or the local mail man she saw no other visitors. Most importantly there had been no sign of Phoebe.

"She can't be there 'Babes'," Hailey had said, but Brenda was still not convinced and so it was only with Hailey's encouragement that Brenda was willing to even consider going to the house.

Brenda had been so fraught that Hailey had offered to accompany her this time. "It'll be like being on a secret mission," Hailey said. "We'll get him back from the evil Aunt's clutches," she laughed. Brenda laughed nervously. But she had no wish to be faced by Aunt Phoebe once more. Every memory of Phoebe made Brenda feel intimidated.

Brenda's thoughts were shaken as Hailey stirred. "Hey Babes. What time is it?" 

"Just after nine."

Hailey ran her left hand across her face and drank from the water bottle that was resting in her lap. "Any sign?" 

"No." 

"So?" 

"So what?" 

"So what are we doing Babes? If you haven't seen her so far I would reckon that this mysterious Aunt has packed her bags." Brenda just continued to stare at the house. "Hey, isn't this why I came with you so that I could use my commando training to save the day," Hailey said in a jocular manner. 

Brenda looked over at her friend. Hailey had come to her aid when she had first made up her mind to distance herself from Jake's intimidating relative. Had she abandoned Jake? She often asked herself that question. But it was obvious that Jake had no will against his Aunt and Brenda felt nervous in the woman's prescience. Worried that she too would be drawn into whatever it was that Phoebe had planned. 

"We can't wait here forever I suppose." 

Hailey perked up in her seat. "Precisely. Besides, I need a pee." 

Neither of the women spoke as they approached the house. Hailey had visited the house many times in what Brenda would have seen as better times and checked over the house as she approached and could see no real difference. Although Hailey was not exactly sure what changes she was expecting, but as they approached she became nervous for some reason.

Brenda lead the way heading up the path to the front door. She peered in through the front bay window but could see nothing of any definition. She moved to the door and rang its bell. The women waited for what seemed an age and then an image, undefined due to the patterned glass, approached from within. 

As the door opened Brenda felt almost faint and she felt her heart skip as Jake appeared before her. They each stood looking at each other for what seemed an age. He appeared to be slightly gaunt to Brenda's eyes but his smile seemed genuine. Jake caught sight of Hailey and appeared taken aback by her prescience. Brenda sensed a sudden nervousness in Jake's demeanour. Time seemed to stand still for another moment, before Hailey brushed past Brenda. "Hi Babes, I'd love to wait for an invite but I really need to use your loo." Jake watched open mouthed as the woman brushed past him. 

Jake stood to the side of the now fully opened door. "I won't bite you know." Brenda was still watchful. Jakes' smile seemed watery. He seemed to be acting unnaturally. Brenda told herself she was being silly but she hesitated for another moment before stepping over the threshold back into her home. 

Jake closed the door behind her which made her jump. Brenda stood in the hallway watchful and nervous. "I've missed you," Jake said standing beside Brenda. Brenda only looked at him. He made no move towards her and she did not feel inclined to offer any solace herself. "Shall we wait in the lounge for Hailey?" Jake asked moving past Brenda. He opened the lounge door like a doorman at an expensive hotel, awaiting her entrance. 

Brenda remained motionless. "Hailey, are you OK up there?" There was a muted acknowledgement. Brenda stood for a while longer before moving slowly towards the lounge and passed Jake in the doorway. As she passed the threshold into the lounge Brenda's eyeline picked up movement but her reactions were too slow as her arms were held firm behind her to prevent her from truly struggling. Scared now Brenda attempted to wriggle free from her captors but as she planned a fruitless escape her face was covered by a heavy scented cloth. Pressed hard to her airways Brenda had no other option but to breathe in the vapour and in doing so lost her battle for instant freedom.

Brenda's eyes slowly opened. Her mind was dull. She had no sense of time or place. She blinked her eyes a few times in a bid to focus her vision in the darkness of the room. She gathered that she was lying on a bed of some description. She slowly raised her groggy head from the pillow and positioned herself to sit on the edge of the bed. As she bowed her head she realised that she was wearing a necklace. Brenda was not one for jewellery and raised her hand to touch the article. The darkness made it difficult to get any definition of the article but could feel that the necklace contained some kind of jewel or pendant. She was more than aware that she had not been wearing a necklace when she had entered the house. 

As she held the weight of the jewel in her hands she felt a sudden warmth building within her abdomen. Brenda immediately released the pendant from her hands and sat feeling strangely aroused and ashamed. She reached to her neck and ran her hands over the necklace, but could find no release catch. 

As Brenda's mind cleared she generally checked her naked arms and limbs for wounds. Brenda let out a despairing cry as she noticed that each of her nipples had been pierced. She slowly placed each of her hands onto her breasts and ran her fingers over what appeared to be tiny bar shapes that appeared to be driven through each of her nipples. Brenda gave a tug at one of the bars but as with the necklace there appeared to be no way of removing the object. She tugged again on one of the bars and suddenly felt herself becoming aroused again. The necklace seemed to warm against her chest and she could feel a dampness between her thighs and immediately stopped playing with her new attachments. 

Brenda's mind and body were battling with each other. Confusion and desire. She bowed her head gathering her thoughts but subconsciously her left hand moved towards her mound. Another gasp left her lips as she felt a new sensation as she ran her hand across the shaven area, withdrawing it instantly. But she returned her hand to the newly shaven skin and felt herself shudder pleasurably. Again Brenda felt revolted by her body's reactions. Brenda's mind was now very troubled. She was in no way comfortable for her pussy to have been shaved. She had always associated women who shaved themselves 'there' as porn stars or prostitutes. Who would have done such a thing to her? 

Slowly Brenda stood up and walked toward the only door in the room. Her efforts to open it failed. The door was clearly locked. It was only as she moved that she felt a tightness within her vagina which strangely aroused her. Brenda's could feel her fearful mind slowly losing a battle of wills. Subconsciously she parted her pussy lips and slowly ran her finger over her gash and located a solid lump. It felt metallic and seemed to be shaped similar to the bars that were now part of her nipples. She felt for her clit again and caused her senses to react. Another shudder passed through her and she felt more moisture on her hands. Brenda shamefully removed her fingers and rubbed them dry on her thigh. She moved back into the room and began to cry. 

Brenda's tear stained face turned towards the door as she heard it being unlocked but her heart sank as Phoebe entered the room. An outside light switch brought light into the room. Brenda instinctively covered her body with her hands and arms. Phoebe strode purposefully into the room wearing a black skirted business suit, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She set her eyes on Brenda. "Welcome my dear." 

Brenda sank back into an adjacent wall. Two other women entered the room behind Phoebe dressed in matching smart attire of white silk blouse and knee length black pencil skirt. 

"I hope you rested well?" Brenda said nothing. She watched as one of the women began to cover the mattress surface with a plastic sheet. The other placed a bowl on the floor next to the bed before helping with re-dressing the mattress. 

"How are you feeling my dear?" Brenda's eyes darted around the room looking for an escape route or some way by which she could protect herself, but there was only one exit and there was also little furniture in the room to hide behind. "We thought after your nap that you might like to freshen up. It made sense that we kept you sedated whilst we enhanced your appearance. It probably would have been quite painful, don't you agree?" 

"You did this to me? " 

"Well, not me personally. My girls did all of the work. Tania seems to have a certain skill in that department. Or maybe she just likes to play with tits and clits. I'm not sure. Do you like playing with tits and clits Brenda?" 

Brenda made to protest but felt a rush of warmth spread through her. She struggled against the emotion. Her nipples and clit suddenly felt like they were on fire. Brenda began to gasp uncontrollably. Her eyes closed as she rode a building orgasm. 

"I see that your new toys are having the required effect. And, by your reaction, you really do want to play with other women's clits. Isn't it wonderful how your lovely toys excite your mind and body. And as for your soul........ Well, let us just say that will be mine soon enough as well. Your emotions will always give you away in future now my dear. That's the wonder of your new toys. You will become such a wonderfully accepting person within a fairly short time I'm sure." 

"What have you done to me? I never asked for this." Brenda whimpered. "I'll report you to the police." 

"Oh I don't think you will you silly girl. You might want to at the moment but once we have finished you will wonder why you ever bothered your tiny mind with such things. You will do whatever I tell you. Which will be to serve me." 

Brenda's face took on a look of concern. "What does that mean?" 

"It means that once we have finished your conditioning you will not be so keen with the trifles of life. You will be concerned with serving me or whoever I need you to serve. In fact you will be thanking me for your presents as you begin to fully experience life as one of my slaves." 

"You're mad." 

"Am I? We shall see when you are meeting my many demands without question. You're little friend has been very committed in her tuition. In fact I've even learnt a thing or two. It was very good of you to bring her along. Such a bonus." 

Brenda's mind raced and her eyes widened. Looking straight at Phoebe she said "What the fuck have you done to Hailey?" Phoebe laughed loudly. 

Brenda took her eyes from Phoebe for a moment and noticed that the women had stopped their work and they now stood head bowed at the opposite side of the bed to Phoebe. "I asked you a question!" 

Phoebe did not respond directly but she returned her look to Brenda and smiled. Brenda could sense the menace in Phoebe's eyes and drew nearer to the wall. Phoebe moved closer and Brenda could smell the woman's musk. It pricked her senses and she began to feel herself becoming sexually excited once more. Her clit itched to be rubbed. Brenda tried to drive the thought from her mind. 

"Your clit's on fire isn't it? I can tell. I love watching my girls convert. It's so sweet watching as you fight the inevitable." Brenda moaned quietly. "You see you're defenceless. That necklace your wearing is connected in some way to your little toys. It's something to do with sonics and nerve endings. Don't ask me the science. I had it explained to me once but to be honest I care only that very shortly your mind and body will be mine. Won't that be nice for you." 

Brenda just lay breathing raggedly against the wall. Tears began to roll down her face once more. Her head ached. She could feel her body pulsing uncontrollably. The harder she tried to block unnatural images of desire the more her head hurt. She knew she would not be able to keep up her resistance for long. 

Phoebe crouched in front of Brenda and brushed aside her limp arms. She gently ran her right hand over Brenda's left breast before gently tweaking at the nipple. Brenda whimpered again and her right hand instinctively fell towards her mound. Phoebe tweaked at Brenda's left nipple again. "Leave...me......alone...... you.............bitch!" 

Brenda's right hand was restless against her opening. 

Phoebe returned to an upright position. She smiled a winning smile, but Brenda was too far removed to witness it. "As I said my dear, life's trifles will no longer bother you. Your only concerns will be dictated by me. Although I will be expecting you to do the oral work from now on." 

Phoebe turned to Tania and issued her instruction. "Position her on the bed." 

Tania and Anna took hold of Brenda's arms. Brenda attempted to struggle free and managed to get one arm free before she once again felt her senses overcome and she fell into the arms of the two women. 

Brenda was laid onto the plastic sheeting by Tania and Anna who took it in turn to firmly attach each of her ankles and wrists to the ends of the bed with ribbons of black silk. Phoebe was always conscious of not scarring her girls as she broke them and had learned long ago that silk left no mark. 

Brenda began to mutter words of protest. But her words were cut as she felt her mouth invaded. Her eyes flew open but she could not close her mouth in time to prevent Phoebe placing a rubber ball gag into her mouth. Brenda shook her head but her protests proved futile as Phoebe fastened the gag firmly in place over her head. 

"This will be good practice. I have many men friends who will enjoy you sucking on their cocks in the coming months." 

Brenda's eyes welled with tears at the uncomfortable invasion of her mouth. But Phoebe's words had resonated with her invasion and she could feel herself building again towards orgasm. Phoebe lent over the bed and looked down upon Brenda. "It won't be long now. If you just accept it things will be so much easier." Brenda did not respond but shifted restlessly as her body began to ignite with desire. "However, unfortunately I must leave you for a little while my dear as I have some other business to attend to. Hailey is such a thirsty little thing. I hate to disappoint her. And you really have made me quite wet."

Phoebe paused as she headed to the door "You may begin," she said openly to the two unbound women. 

"Yes mistress," Anna replied. 

Anna reached into the bowl and produced a sponge which quickly lathered as she gave it a gentle squeeze. She began to slowly douse Brenda's body with the warm soapy water, ensuring that she moved the sponge over Brenda's newly shaved mound allowing the warm water to run over the folds of Brenda's pussy lips making her twitch. Anna returned the sponge to the bowl and repeated the process, but this time extended the sponge over the length of Brenda's cunt applying a little pressure as she did so. Brenda writhed on the bed as Anna's ministrations began to excite her senses. Brenda's mind was awash with sexual images as Anna continued to run the soapy water along her abdomen and lower limbs. 

Brenda began to sink slowly into her emotions when she was suddenly jolted by the touch of hands on her bare breasts. Her eyes opened sleepily and saw Tania leaning over the bed and kneading at her flesh. Brenda watched on as an orgasm continued to build within her as Tania continued to play with her breasts pulling and teasing her nipples. Tania lowered her head to flick at Brenda's right nipple with her tongue playfully pulling at the bar in Brenda's nipple and Brenda lost control of her will power and protest was replaced by wanting. She pulled on the ties that bound her wrists and ankles as Tania excited her senses further until she could take no more and fell into unconsciousness.

Brenda's sleep was restless. Her mind struggled with sense and emotion. Her stable mind would have told her to pinch herself back to reality. But her bonds prevented this and her mind became more addled and subdued by her heightened sexual desire. But of a desire that Brenda found highly unnerving. Even with the ball gag in her mouth she found her desires were mostly for sex with women. And as much as she battled against the images in her mind her body betrayed her so badly. With each memory of the way that Tania and Anna had manipulated her, her body began to rage with arousal.

She eagerly wanted to run her hands over herself and especially to feel how wet she must now be between her thighs. And yet, was that true? A part of her questioned that need. She'd never played with herself like that before. It wasn't natural. Not natural. Not. Hot. She felt hot. So hot. Brenda began to writhe again against her restraints and as she did she felt a force holding back the struggles of her legs. 

Brenda froze. She could feel hands caressing along her legs. The darkness of the room prevented good vision. Was she still dreaming? The hands moved upwards again from her ankles and onto her thighs. Stroking slowly and teasingly. Soft, coaxing strokes as if to a pet. 'Am I pet?' she randomly thought. She bit hard into her gag as her clit bar was alerted to a light brushing by a finger nail. Just enough to heighten her sex again. 

Brenda was now sure she was awake, but dreams and reality were rapidly merging as her body and mind were lost to sexual wanting. She had no way back. 

Again she felt a pull on her clit bar and again she reacted by bucking and writhing against her restraints and her restrainer. Her gymnastics knew new bounds though when she felt the heat of breath on her cunt. Hands now rested on her inner thighs, spreading them and exposing her. A new sensation shot through Brenda as she felt the sudden damp feel of her attacker's tongue against her own now very damp slit. Moans and mewlings escaped from Brenda's mouth which surprised and excited her in equal measure and she embraced each of these new sounds and experiences as they were shaped and formed by an expert handler. Brenda pressed her cunt hard into the mouth of her attacker, wanting more. Her attacker responded by shifting hands onto Brenda's buttocks and drinking from her cunt like a normal person would drink from a cup. 

Brenda pulled hard on her restraints with her hands. Not to escape, but to enhance her positioning of this expert manipulator of her sex. And then the mouth was gone. 

Brenda sighed at the sudden release before three fingers were plunged deep within her cunt and slowly began to fuck her sex. No sooner had she come to terms with this invasion than she felt the rabid mouth return kissing and licking at her abdomen which fell and rose in a ragged manner. As the fingers intensified their fucking rhythm in her cunt the mouth made its way slowly up Brenda's rib cage, planting tender kisses onto her body. Brenda was rapidly reaching another orgasm as the mouth made its way to her left breast and began to kiss and lick at her ample mounds. 




Auntie's Panties Ch. 04



Brenda's chin and neck were coated in globs of saliva which she vented through the gaps in the gag as she struggled for air. She could feel the heat building within her and willingly readied herself again, but she was not prepared for the ecstasy she felt as her cunt flooded her attacker's hand just as she felt the searching mouth bite down on her left nipple. 

Brenda struggled hard for breath beyond her gag as her orgasm subsided. Her cunt now open and exposed once more she shifted under the continuing light touches that were placed over her moist torso. Lost now to her old world Brenda arched and moved to the rhythm of the caresses which danced over her body. Kisses moved over her breasts, her nipples firming to the touch. Slowly her seducer came into view and Brenda looked on in a mixture of awe and bewilderment. 

"Hello 'Babes'!" Hailey straddled Brenda's midriff and reached behind her friend's head to release the ball gag. Brenda went to speak but Hailey placed her right index finger over her friend's lips. The smell and feel of her juices evident. "Enjoy."

Hailey removed her finger and leaned in to kiss Brenda. Brenda's lips parted slightly at the pressure from Hailey's probing tongue. Hailey pushed deeper and Brenda responded by opening her mouth wider. Their tongues gently tussled as Brenda tasted her own juices in Hailey as their mouths were locked together. Hailey broke their lock and looked onto her friend's face. 

Light broke into the room as the door was opened. Phoebe entered and looked at her new charges. Without prompting Hailey looked toward her new Mistress. "She tasted so sweet." 

Phoebe smiled. "So I see. You are such a thirsty little slut. Now let's see how thirsty Brenda is, shall we?" 

Hailey smiled and looked back at her friend. Lost now in her own new world, Hailey's mind had a fleeting recognition that at one time she and the woman below her had known each other in another world. But as quickly as the thought arrived, it was gone. Hailey lifted herself slightly and ran the fingers of her left hand over her snatch. Her fingers found warm slickness. She removed her fingers and ran them over Brenda's slightly parted mouth. Brenda's tongue tentatively tasted the essence on her lips. Her senses took in the taste and she felt her body begin to excite once more. 

Hailey moved herself along Brenda's body until her cunt was positioned over Brenda's face. "You're so going to enjoy this 'Babes'." Brenda's eyes focused on the folds of shaven pink flesh as they slowly descended onto her face. There was a slight delay before Brenda's mouth opened wider and her tongue darted from her mouth. 

Hailey sat above her pulling at the bars in her own pierced nipples. The more that Hailey pulled the more turned on she became and the wetter she became. Brenda's mouth was becoming coated in juices and she hungrily sucked and lapped at Hailey's gash in what now seemed such a natural manner. Hailey sank further onto Brenda, fucking her face. 

Brenda felt hands on her wrists releasing her restraints. As Phoebe released the final bound from Brenda's upper limbs she watched with delight as Brenda sought out the lips of Hailey's pussy and spread them further with her fingers so that she could completely reach Hailey's pierced clit. Each time that Brenda ran her tongue over the pierced nub she found that her own newly pierced tips seem to react in an electrifying way which made her even more horny and it was a feeling to which she was becoming addicted. 

Phoebe moved to the foot of the bed and unbound Brenda's ankles. Brenda raised her knees slightly allowing Hailey to nestle back into her thighs, thus giving Brenda greater access to Hailey's wondrous pussy. Phoebe was becoming so turned on by the scene before her that she found she needed to finger her own clit. Hailey suddenly let out a sharp cry as she came heavily onto Brenda's face which Brenda eagerly took into her mouth.

Phoebe watched her latest conquests from the doorway. A smile across her face and her finger lightly working her clit. Looking forward to the feel of Brenda's tongue taking on those duties in future.



Auntie's Panties Ch. 05



The sight that greeted Susan as the front door was opened surprised, even amazed, her. Before her stood an overly maid up blonde haired woman dressed in a stereotypical French maid's outfit standing on astonishingly high heeled black sandals. It took Susan a brief moment to gain her composure after witnessing what she thought was a very surreal image.

"May I help you?" said the maid. Daisy recognized Brenda's mother in an instant but made no indication of this fact to Susan. Although he now served his role as his Aunt's submissive sissy unquestioningly he found the sight of someone from his former life unsettling. As he awaited her response Daisy gave a cursory look towards the policewoman at Susan's side.

"Erm, yes, I'm here to see my daughter." Daisy remained motionless. "Brenda! I'm here to see Brenda, my daughter. As you can see I have a police officer with me so don't try to stop me." 

Sensing that the maid was not going too immediately aid her Susan brushed passed Daisy and into the house, the police woman followed slowly behind. Daisy closed the door and followed them into the house.

"Brenda? Brenda?" Susan moved along the hallway and entered the first room that she came to. "Brenda?" Susan turned to exit the room but was met by a dark haired woman dressed in a white satin negligée, her make up even at this early hour of the day immaculate. Taller than Susan she looked down into Susan's face and Susan felt a slight rush of fear run through her as she took an unconscious step backwards into the room.

"I think we need to talk," the woman said.

"I am here for my daughter," Susan said firmly regaining her composure once more, making to exit the room but the woman continued to block her way. The woman moved into the room and Susan retreated backwards with each step that the woman made, her fear returning.

"Take a seat," the dark haired woman said remaining in the doorway. Susan made to protest but it was clear that the woman was not going to move.

"I think I should warn you that I have a police officer with me," Susan said.

The woman moved slightly in the doorway and looked into the hallway. "Oh, hello. Would you be so kind as to join us?" Susan watched as the WPC appeared from the hallway and then entered the room.

"Why don't you arrest her?"

"No crime has been committed that I am aware of Mrs Henderson, unless you have any actual evidence. Shall we see what the lady of the house has to say for herself."

"This is not her house," Susan spluttered, but her comments were missed by the WPC.

"Now, I think I told you to take a seat my dear," the woman said sprawling across a three-seater sofa. The WPC seated herself on a two-seater sofa which left a single seater for Susan which was positioned opposite the woman. "Now, can my maid get you some drinks?"

"I want my daughter."

"So I gather. Actually I would imagine that most of the neighbourhood is aware as well. Now, I will be having a drink so my question stands."

"A cup of tea would be fine, thank you," said the police woman.

"I'm here for my daughter."

"As you will," said the woman. "Daisy!" The maid appeared from the hallway. "A coffee and tea." The maid acknowledged the woman with a well-practiced curtsy before tottering out of the room.

"Now, my dear, your daughter, who is it you seek?"

"I am here for my daughter, Brenda, this is her house. This is why I have brought the police officer with me to remove you from her house. Whoever you are."

"My name is Phoebe and I think you will find that a trip to the local council office will prove that this is MY house."

Phoebe settled more into the body of the sofa and kicked off her mules curling her legs under her. As she did so her negligée parted slightly and Susan became aware that Phoebe was naked below the garment. Susan's eyes were drawn to the stunning woman's body as Phoebe had anticipated.

Phoebe took in the woman opposite her and guessed that her appearance contributed to making her look older than reality. Dressed in an ill-fitting light blue polyester trouser suit with a white cotton blouse both of which could have been a size bigger she hardly looked like anything like the woman she would be when her re-programming was complete. Her auburn hair was tinged with grey and her face pallid requiring some definite attention in Phoebe's view. 

"And you would be?" asked Phoebe.

"My name is Susan I am Brenda's mother."

"Oh I see, Brenda has spoken so little about you."

Susan's face coloured with anger at Phoebe's remark. Susan stared at the policewoman wondering why she remained impassive and then directed her stare back at Phoebe whose casual manner and air of arrogance was beginning to annoy her greatly. "Where IS my daughter?"

"Oh didn't I mention, she's upstairs helping one of her friends clean her carpet."

Susan merely blinked her eyes at Phoebe's response trying to comprehend the meaning of the words. 'Brenda is dressed in one of those silly maid's outfits? Surely not.' "Right!" Susan made to rise from her seat.

"Sit down dear!" Susan paused, a part of her wanted to respond to Phoebe's direction. She once again looked towards the policewoman who did not return eye contact and then Susan looked towards the door. Susan rose from the seat. "I SAID SIT THE FUCK DOWN YOU BITCH!" Susan remained on her feet giving Phoebe a cursory glance and headed towards the door. 

"Denise." Susan was almost at the doorway when she felt an arm around her neck.

"What...? Stop this! I....!"

"Restrain her, she's pissing me off." Susan realized by the location of Phoebe's voice that the arm around her was that of the policewoman. Susan fought against her but she was no match for the younger woman. Susan was pressed up against an adjacent wall the wind knocked from her body as she felt her wrists being bound behind her. Fear returned as Susan battled to comprehend how she had found herself in this predicament. The policewoman, Denise, was meant to be on her side not her foe.

"HELP!! HELP!!!" Susan was suddenly spun around and slapped hard across the face. She let out a cry which was a mix of shock and pain. Denise stared back at her with glassy unemotional eyes. Susan began to cry as Denise forcibly marched her back towards the single seat sofa before giving her a push so that she fell into the seat sitting uncomfortably on top of her bound hands causing a twinge of pain in her left wrist.

"Daisy!!! DAISY!!!" The maid appeared with a silver tray containing the previously requested drinks. "Put that down on the table and when you've done that take off your panties." Daisy placed the tray on the adjacent table and then without a second thought Susan watched as his hands disappeared beneath his multi layered maid's skirt and re-appeared holding a pair of black satin panties which he lowered down his stocking clad legs.

Susan's mind was already beginning to lose its grip on reality but she was certain she had caught sight of a penis below the maid's layers of lace as he removed his panties. Susan began to sob quietly through a mixture of increasing fear and a feeling that she truly was going mad. As Daisy stepped out of his panties Phoebe snatched them from his hands and rolled them into a crumpled ball before walking over to Susan leaning forward and pinching the defenceless woman's nose and forcing the used lingerie into her mouth as she gasped for oxygen. "Now maybe you will shut the fuck up."

Susan squirmed in her seat and made to make another escape but Denise's grip was firm and she slumped back into the seat redirecting her efforts to attempting to force the warm panties from her mouth using her tongue but at this too she seemed to gain no joy.

"Well, what a pain you have proved to be", Phoebe said reseating herself on the adjacent sofa. "You invite yourself into my house...." Susan began to struggle again and muted sounds of protest could be heard from her pantie filled mouth. ".....as I was saying, invite yourself into MY house and you offer no respect at all. It is just as well a police officer was on duty", Phoebe chuckled.

"Now if you promise to be a good girl, Denise will remove Daisy panties from your mouth. Do you agree or do you wish to remain trussed up like a stuffed pig?" Susan's eyes were blinking furiously still struggling to comprehend her situation and she could feel a dull headache beginning to build in intensity. "Well?" Susan nodded slowly. "Good. Daisy retrieve your panties and see if Brenda has finished her duties."

"Yes Mistress." Daisy moved in front of Susan and pulled at the satin underwear which fell easily from Susan's mouth as she opened her mouth wider to help its release. Susan opened and closed her mouth instinctively as the garment was freed and Daisy re-clothed himself before he retreated from room.

"Do you still intend to hold me as a prisoner?" Susan said brusquely.

"I think you would agree that you are still a little free willed for now. Maybe in a while when some of your re-progamming is more apparent we can consider some more free movement," Phoebe said with a smile.

"Re-programming?" Susan quizzed.

Phoebe ignored the question and continued. "Now let us discuss Brenda."

Susan was still trying to understand what was meant by re-programming, but she was keener to discuss her daughter. "So you don't deny that my daughter is here and that you have been holding her against her will."

"My, how your mind works my dear. In answer to your questions, yes and no. Brenda is certainly not a prisoner. None of my girls are prisoners."

"Girls? Girls! What the hell do you mean by that? Brenda is not a girl she's an adult, a woman of independent thought." The more that Susan battled the heavier her head began to feel which she put down to the stress of the situation. 

"This is my daughter's house. You have no right. You........" Phoebe raised her left hand a clear direction for Susan to cease talking which she acknowledged unconsciously.

"Do we need to gag you again?" Phoebe questioned. Susan stopped talking. "Good. No one here is a prisoner. Those girls that stay with me are here because I choose for it to be so. They provide a dutiful service to me as they seek only to serve their Mistress for as long as I deem fit. But there are certain cases where I require my girls to play a role within the community to protect my interests. Denise, for example, doesn't stay with me because she plays a very valuable role in her as you are now aware, but she is always welcome."

"Then I can take my daughter away from here? I can take her with me when I leave?"

"Leave? Oh you are so sweet. I've already told you my dear, I choose to have certain girls live with me. Brenda is very special to me and I choose to have her around me. She's become very valuable to me."

"Valuable!! She's not a commodity for you to peddle."

Phoebe chuckled once more, she ran her right hand through her dark curls. "I do not peddle my girls........"

"SHE'S NOT YOUR GIRL. SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!!"

Phoebe's face darkened at Susan's outburst and Susan sank back into the sofa. Fear returned as she looked at Phoebe. 'I need to escape', Susan thought to herself. "I do not peddle my girls. After an appropriate period of transition or re-programming they provide a valuable service for me and certain selected clients."

"You are disgusting. I will have you arrested."

"Oh my dear Susan, think about that statement. Have you not already involved the police and look how successful that has been for you." Susan began to sob again and her hands were now beginning to feel slightly numb. "You see my network of clients is quite wide ranging. Back scratching you might call it, for certain favours people in particular positions of society have always been willing to look in the opposite direction if it suits and some have been, shall we say, fortunate enough to have their outlook on life re-aligned."

"But Brenda told me that she wanted me to take her away from here."

"Did she? Really? Tell me more," Phoebe said in a mocking style.

Susan started to answer but was distracted as Phoebe shifted her position again, her negligée parted at its front giving Susan clear sight of Phoebe's shaved mound which Phoebe made no effort to cover when she saw Susan looking at it. "Well...I...she wrote me a letter." Phoebe shifted slightly spreading her legs slightly so that Susan could clearly see the lips of her shaved pussy.

"And what was so special about that letter?"

"Sss....sss....she......sent.....me.....a....symbol. A sign. She told me that if I wore it she would know I was here to rescue her."

"But she's written you so many letters in the past telling you how happy she was and how she didn't need you interfering in her life," As she spoke Phoebe re-positioned herself so that her negligee exposed both of her full breasts. Phoebe smiled as she saw Susan's eyes immediately fall upon the exposed flesh, "............and yet you ignored those letters. So what was so special about this latest letter?"

Susan wanted to hold her head to try and stop the constant throbbing. "I.....," she was struggling to string sentences in her head, "....I......but how would you know that she wrote me those things?" Susan's head was feeling very heavy, although the policewoman's hands still rested on her shoulders she did not feel as though she had sufficient energy to fight. 'I'm in trouble, I must escape,' she thought to herself.

"Because my dear I wrote them. Well, typed them in reality, as you would know. I merely had Brenda scrawl her name at the bottom. But no matter how often you were told that she was OK you kept on sending more letters of concern. It was so sweet. But I have far more important things to do than spend my days writing letters to you so I decided that the best option was to neutralize you."

"N......neutralise me? What the hell does that mean?" Susan once more made to escape but her fears were realized when her body did not react to her minds demands and she remained in her seat. "What's happening? What have you done to me?"

"So tell me, dear Susan, what was this symbol?"

"A.........a pendant. B.....b.....but you already know that if you sent it."

"You can release her binds now Denise, she won't be causing any more trouble. Then when you've done that bring me my coffee and then seat yourself beside my feet." Susan felt the policewoman remove her hold on her shoulders before pushing Susan forward slightly so that her bindings could be cut from around her wrists. Susan rubbed her wrists making an attempt to get the circulation back into her hands. She watched in awe as Denise walked towards Phoebe and after handing her a cup of coffee sat at her feet like a trained pet, as instructed.

"And why was this pendant so special? Why did you feel compelled to visit your daughter this time rather than write another of your insipid letters?" Phoebe asked.

Now that her hands were free Susan rubbed her head but it had no effect she really felt like she needed to be sleeping rather than playing questions and answers with this woman. "Because", she continued, "Brenda told me it was special. But of course, it was you who wrote that letter so this", Susan said moving her hand towards the jewelry "means nothing. Does it? So I could just as easily take it off."

Susan's right hand was bunched around the pendant ready to pull it from her neck ready to remove it. "STOP!" Susan responded to the command immediately and removed her hand. 'Why did I do that?', thought Susan. She moved her hand back to the pendant. "You like your pendant Susan and you want to keep it don't you." The question was rhetorical, but Susan was merely aware that she no longer wanted to remove the pendant from her neck. 'Take it off. Oh Christ take it off. It's the pendant. Take it off'. But Susan found that her body was not reacting to her mind's request.

"What's happening?"

"You're getting what you want my dear. You're getting closer to your daughter."

At that moment there was a knock at the door. "Come in", Phoebe directed. Daisy re-entered the living room and with him was a naked woman. Susan did not instantly recognize her daughter's appearance. Her hair was longer and it had been bleached. Her body shape had changed as well since the last time that Susan had seen her. Brenda had been a good healthy shape in Susan's mind, but the woman before her had a slight body, with narrow hips and lithe limbs and her breasts............her breasts........... Susan could not take her eyes off her daughter's breasts. 'Had her daughter's breasts been that full before?' They hung from her newly sculpted body so perfectly. Yes her daughter was perfect. And sexy. 'No, no, this is Brenda she's not sexy to me.' 'Oh but those breasts.' "Oh what perfect timing I think that mummy is about to become yummy between the thighs."

"Brenda?" inquired Susan. The naked woman followed the maid to stand before Phoebe, her head bowed she did not acknowledge Susan's voice as she passed by her. "Brenda!"

Phoebe dismissed the maid and Brenda remained with her back to Susan facing Phoebe. "Brenda there's someone here to see you. Turn around my dear." Brenda turned around to face Susan but her head remained bowed. "You may look at the woman Brenda" Brenda raised her head and stared directly at Susan. Immediately Susan noticed the pendant around her daughter's neck and she instinctively reached for the pendant around her own neck. She took in the sight of her daughter naked before her. Her glassy eyes, lithe body, full breasts and shaved mound. Susan began to feel a tingle between her thighs which filled her with a mixture of excitement and disgust.

"Brenda?" Brenda remained emotionless before her mother.

"She doesn't seem to know who you are Susan. Oh dear", Phoebe said mockingly. "But I think you will find that you no longer know your daughter either."

"Is she drugged?"

"Oh my dear that's far too base. No, your lovely pendants have certain, how should I put it, powers. It takes time but I think you have probably already become aware of some of its transforming effects since you crossed the threshold into my house. It reacts with some of the devices that I have around the house and gently manipulates your mind, breaking down your will and enabling a new sexual template of my choosing to be developed. I've been watching you since you arrived and the tell-tale signs have been noticeable."

As she had listened to Phoebe Susan felt a warmness growing within her but as much as a part of her wanted to embrace that warmth there was enough fear of her situation that Susan was conscious of her need to escape but her fight or flight mode appeared disabled. "I'm stronger than you think. I'll beat you." Phoebe chuckled at Susan's remark which made the trapped woman's fear intensify.

"You would be the first to beat the pendant's power. But my dear Susan you will not have that honour. No you've brought this upon yourself. If you had ceased your quest to be with your daughter then you would still be living your pitiful life. Now your life will be open to.....well, what does your mind tell you is awaiting you?"

Susan could only stare back at Phoebe passively. She could feel that her will to battle was ebbing away faster than she had thought likely. The emotions she was feeling were foreign to her and yet not unwelcome. 'No, wrong, don't welcome them. Fight!!!' A warmth spread through her like she had never felt before. "I.........I......"

"I guess that your sex life was not exactly.........shall we say inspirational. A mother normally teaches her daughter about the facts of life and dear Brenda was sadly lacking in any real knowledge in that department when I first took her under my wing. That's before I helped her discover what her body was truly for of course. Did your husband not explore your needs dear Susan? Did he not satisfy you as a woman should be satisfied?" Susan whimpered quietly as Phoebe teased her.




Auntie's Panties Ch. 05



"Or maybe you did not want to be explored dear Susan. Is that why Tom left you? Did you reject his advances other than when required out of marital duty? Brenda is the obvious proof that you did at least part your thighs once in your marriage. Or maybe it was just the thought of sex with a man that turned you off. Maybe you prefer women dear Susan?" Susan closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. "Are you sure Susan? That wonderful feeling that you get as your lover's labia touches your tongue, forcing your tongue through those folds and onto her clit. Oh Susan are you sure?" Susan's whole body was tingling. Sexual images flooded her head that excited her more than disturbed her. Images of women on women. Her cunt felt like it was on fire making her right hand reach for her groin and gently knead the outside of her clothing between her thighs.

"I.....I....w....won't...g...give....in."

"Oh look at you Susan. Stop fooling yourself. You're working your mound like a good little slut. Don't fight it just accept it."

"S.....so what.... Happens...now, I.... become one of y..yy...your.....slaves?"

"Oh you will be a slave but I have no need for you. No, I've already agreed a deal with a wonderful bull dyke who wanted a new lamb for her flock. I think that you and her cunt will get along very well when we've finished your transformation and she's fully broken you in.

"F..fully broken........."

"Oh yes dear Susan. Well if you're to serve your new owner dutifully you should be obedient and submissive. Otherwise what is the point in being owned?"

Susan could no longer rationalize the comments being made by Phoebe. Her head was awash with images that she could not comprehend. Images and thoughts that challenged her sexual inexperience to breaking point were filling her mind. The thought of being owned was so wrong and yet she found herself excited by the thought. Her right hand applied harder pressure against her mound.

"Anyhow, less talk more action. You've been completely ignoring your daughter all this time and you've waited so long to see her. Let me show what a good girl she has become."

Phoebe rose from her seat and walked towards Brenda, she uttered inaudible words into Brenda's ear before turning and bending down to do the same to Denise before returning to her seat. As Denise rose to her feet Brenda turned to face her and as the policewoman moved within arms-length of Brenda she was feverishly disrobed. Denise helped Brenda to remove her body armour and then her white cotton shirt exposing her unclothed breasts whose nipples were already erect, and resting between them Susan noticed was a sparkling pendant. 

Brenda placed her right hand on Denise left breast and tweaked at the nipple forcing a cry of pleasure from Denise. Susan watched on in awe her mind having a fading memory that one of these women was special in some way but focusing more of its capacity on how special both of these women appeared to her with their lithe bodies and full breasts.

Brenda moved her hands onto Denise's utility belt and unfastened it and then lowered the law officer's trousers so that they bunched at her ankles, revealing a black satin thong and similarly coloured lace top hold ups on Denise's lower body.

The two women seemed to pause as if awaiting their next instruction before slowly moving together to kiss each other. Susan let out a gasp at the sight of Brenda kissing another woman so passionately and then let out a deep whimper as the tingle between her thighs became a hot and exciting itch that she just had to scratch. Susan unzipped her trousers to give herself better access to her cunt and slide the trousers off her waist. Phoebe watched on as Brenda and Denise playfully kissed each other lustfully like young lovers whilst beyond them Susan struggled to dis-robe herself.

Susan moved her trousers from her hips revealing her tan coloured tights and beneath these the outline of a white pair of sensible knickers was clearly visible. She shifted her left hand beneath the clothing and invisible to others found her hot gash. Susan drove her fingers into herself and began to finger fuck herself. A part of her questioned her actions but a larger part embraced the feeling of release that her actions gave her as she began to shift her fingers rapidly within her.

As the pendant's aura worked its way into Susan's mind two of its previous victims continued to devour each other. Brenda lay on top of Denise who had now removed her boots and her trousers and was enjoying her lover's attentions as Brenda traced the line of Denise's belly with her tongue before returning to occasionally suck on a nipple. Denise bucked slightly as two of the fingers from Brenda's right hand grazed her opening teasingly causing Denise to raise two of her own fingers from her left hand into her mouth and slowly sucked on them in a very suggestive manner.

Brenda continued to move along Denise's stomach driven by Denise's musk whetting Brenda's appetite for when she would be savouring its taste very shortly. Susan had now ripped open her blouse and was pawing at her right breast with her right hand, squeezing it in time with her thrusting fingers. Phoebe had spread herself slightly on her sofa and was running a finger along her labia not wishing to get herself so excited so that the pleasure could would not be enjoyed by one of her sapphic slaves.

Very much gripped by sexual hunger Brenda ran her hands along Denise's sides before moving them along her abdomen and then onto each of her thighs, parting them widely and lowering her mouth onto Denise's moist opening. Brenda slowly kissed at the pink lining as Denise's right hand reached down and parted her lips invitingly in the hope that Brenda would respond. Brenda pulled away from the opening for a moment before licking her lips and then burying her head between Denise's thighs her protruding tongue entering Denise and working her opening aggressively. Brenda's experienced tongue soon found Denise's clit which she flicked and cajoled in a manner that produced groans of pleasure from Denise whose right hand was now on Brenda's head forcing it further between her opening whilst Denise sucked on two fingers of her left hand, playfully.

Neither of the prostrate women was disturbed from their fun as Susan finally reached orgasm and let out a loud cry of ecstasy. Her rational mind had departed and she lay on the sofa defenceless.

Phoebe rose to her feet and stood in front of Susan. "I see you've got yourself very excited my dear Susan." Susan looked up into Phoebe's face but it was clear to Phoebe that she was Susan by name alone as any part of her original rational mind had been rested away from her by the pendant's erotic power. "Shall we see how excited you got?" Phoebe removed Susan's left hand from within her knickers and moved it towards Susan's mouth, running the fingers across her lips before Phoebe moved Susan's fingers into her mouth. Susan's eyes closed as she sucked thirstily on her own juices. "Good girl, you will get very used to the taste of a woman's juices from this point on my dear."

Phoebe's attention was diverted suddenly by the sound of Denise reaching her own orgasm. Turning she saw Denise's hands pulling at her nipples as her body bucked from Brenda's industrious oral antics at her opening.

Phoebe returned her attention to Susan and offered her right hand to her. "Stand up." Susan took Phoebe's right hand in her left and stood, her balance slightly off due to her adjusted trousers. "See what a good girl Brenda has become. I told you not to worry." Susan looked at Brenda and Denise who were now locked in a post orgasmic session of kissing and fondling. "I'm sure Brenda's cunt tastes sweet right now, don't you Susan?" Susan licked her lips at that suggestion. "Hmm, I see mummy agrees," Phoebe chuckled.

"Now Brenda, show mummy what a wondrous little slut you've become whilst Denise can enjoy the fruits of how excited you little vixens have made me." Phoebe returned to the sofa and spread her thighs ready for Denise who began to crawl towards her Mistress.

Susan knelt on the ground before Brenda who remained horizontal on the carpeted floor. Susan reached out a tentative hand as if she were testing the temperature of a heated object. Brenda reached across and took hold of her mother's hand and directed it onto her snatch, pressing it against the warm soft flesh. Susan's hand rested there for a moment before her newly acquired instinct directed her to insert two fingers within the soft folds which forced Brenda to whimper quietly. Suitably inspired Susan began to gently thrust her fingers in and out of Brenda's gash as she had done to her own only moments before.

Just as Denise had done for her Brenda spread her thighs invitingly in anticipation of welcome attention and eventual relief. Eager for her mother's attention Brenda met her mother's hand as it worked her cunt gently easing her mother's fingers to one side Brenda grazed her gash coating her fingers with some of her juices before lifting them towards her mother's mouth. Susan lent forward and just as she had done when offered her own hand she took her daughter's fingers into her mouth and hungrily sucked them dry.

Phoebe watched on as Brenda helped her mother to finally remove her trousers, her tights and her knickers revealing a plump and rounded rear and hirsute mound. The sight of Susan's submission and Brenda's hungrily assertive manner increased the flow of juices that Phoebe's gash was producing for Denise's hungry mouth which was teasing her slit with long slow strokes mixed with the occasional probing by the tip of her tongue. A shudder ran through Phoebe and she placed both of her hands on Denise's head forcing her nearer to her opening as an orgasm started to build.

As Phoebe began to come Brenda had positioned her mother's rear so that she had full access. As Susan's head hung over Brenda's inviting snatch Brenda began to circle Susan's anus with her tongue. Susan's erotic imprinting made her sigh with pleasure and she immediately responded by placing her mouth onto Brenda's snatch and gorging herself on her daughter's juice filled cunt, heightening her newly sapphic senses. Brenda threw her head back as Susan's tongue worked its magic and re-directed her attention to her mother's juicy lips both women gasping and whimpering as each of them worked their oral magic on each other.

Phoebe's enjoyment at the sight of her newest acquisition embracing her new needs was heightened by the manner in which Denise's expert touches were exciting her own senses. Phoebe glanced down and saw the head of her dutiful charge moving rhythmically at her opening which Denise had widened by placing her hands high onto Phoebe's inner thighs. Mother and daughter gasped and moaned from each other's attentions and Phoebe could feel that she too was now very near to her own orgasm as well as Denise's experienced tongue worked her opening.

"Oh.......oh......yes......mmmmm.......yes......harder........aaahhh.....yes......fuck!!!" Phoebe's orgasm hit in tandem with Susan's cries and she held Denise's head firmly between her as her juices exploded onto the law officer's face. Denise savoured every drop of her Mistress's nectar as was her duty.

Phoebe released her grip as her orgasm subsided and Denise rested her head against her Mistress's right thigh licking her coated lips. Phoebe glanced over at Susan and Brenda who were now at matching eye level on the carpet embracing each other and exchanging gentle kisses, sharing each other's nectar blind to their kinship but very much full of lust for one another.

As Phoebe's orgasm subsided she gently stroked Denise's hair as an owner would its pet and began to recalculate the sale price of her latest acquisition.



Auntie's Panties Pt. 01



New story here. It takes a while to get going, but I believe the background is important. If you're looking for a quickie, this may not be for you. 

I do appreciate your time. Thanks. 

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My name is Donal Liam Padraig O'Sullivan. If you read it with your best Irish lilt, or perhaps using your leprechaun impression, it rolls off the tongue easier, and accurately conveys my lineage. I'm lucky that even my parents didn't call me that tongue twisting moniker... unless I'm in trouble. Otherwise, I was just plain Danny. Yes, I'm Irish. 

And no, I'm not... at least, not really. I'm Canadian, and so are my sisters, and my parents, but that didn't stop my parents from naming us all in the Celtic tradition. My grandparents are Old Country, as are my Great Grandparents, a few of whom are still alive, and one Great Great Grandmother. I suppose, when you follow the good Catholic example of spawning enough children to start a family sports team, there will be survivors, and if a muti-generational family reunion were to happen... well, we'd need a lot of chairs. 

With five older sisters, twenty cousins spread across five maternal aunts and one uncle, and 18 more from my father's side, we were nearly a nation of our own. I gave up trying to figure it out beyond my great grandparents... It was giving me a headache. Let's just say the O'Sullivan genes were well spread out across the world. 

It got a little more confusing around our house than mere numbers. My mother is the oldest of my grandparent's children, and she met Dad, married, and had my eldest sister just after turning eighteen. It must have spurred my grandparents into action once more, and they had one more child, a girl, about a year after. By the time I came along, about five years, two single and one pair of twin girls later, my Aunt Siobhan was at our house so much, I really thought she was my sister. 

I don't remember much about my father, as he died shortly after my second birthday. Maybe the strain of trying to produce a male heir was too much, after so many girls. Whatever the reason, I grew up in a house full of women, the only testosterone in a sea of estrogen. 

I absolutely loved it. Being the youngest, and only boy, I was doted on by my all my sisters, my aunt, and my Mom. There was very little sibling rivalry that I recall... at least, not directed toward me. As my sisters grew up, there was some friction within the female members of our family, but I was blissfully uninvolved. 

Often, I was like a fly on the wall, completely unnoticed. Oh, the things I saw. 

I don't know if you've spent much time around that many females at once, but during the morning rush, it can be like backstage at a Las Vegas revue, with women in various stages of undress flitting all around. Towels were dropped, and naked women were everywhere. 

Of course, most of the women weren't really women yet, just barely older than I was, but Mom sometimes forgot I was around. She wouldn't be competing in any swimsuit competitions anymore, but as the first adult woman I ever saw naked, her plump, rounded curves and big tits made a lasting impression. Soon, Fiona, my eldest sister, started to take on some of the same attributes, and that's when doors started getting closed around the house. My time as an honorary sister reached its end. It was nice while it lasted, even if I didn't really know what I was seeing. 

I think that's about the time Vonnie and I grew closer. Yes, I'm talking about my aunt Siobhan, which is pronounced 'Shavon' for most people, despite the distinct lack of a 'V' anywhere in the name. I called her Vonnie, and as I said earlier, she spent a lot of time at our house. Only two blocks away, and closer in age to my family than her own, she was like my sixth sister, and had a different attitude than my real sisters. 

Her own brother... my uncle Cillian, was seventeen years older than her. Her closest sister was twelve years older, so she was every bit as much an afterthought as I was, as low boys and girls on our respective totem poles. I suppose it's natural we should become good friends, and the five year gap between us didn't seem quite so wide. 

Vonnie was going through the same changes my sisters were, but she remained my friend throughout, without the uncomfortable weirdness I was getting from Fiona, Maire, Muireanne, Shelagh, and Gael. As Fiona blossomed into a beautiful carbon copy of Mom, complete with the red hair and blue eyes, Vonnie became a similar version of her own mother, my grandmother. Her hair was a little darker, but the resemblance to both her mother and sister was obvious. 

I believe that this is about when I discovered the laundry hamper. Six... or occasionally seven... women go through a lot of panties, and I noticed the aroma that all those soiled undies were producing. I was entering puberty myself, and for some reason unknown to me at the time, the smell of pussy made my cock get very stiff. I discovered that rubbing my stiff cock felt really, realllllllly goooooood, so I would do it every day. It was fun. 

Mom didn't think it was so much fun, though, when she caught me one day, a pair of Fiona's panties in one hand, under my nose, and my rock hard dick in the other. Appalled, she banished me to my room, and changed the laundry procedures in the house to cut off my supply of aromatic underwear. Without the extra stimulation, masturbation lost some of its appeal, but the genie was out of the bottle, and I couldn't unlearn jerking off. 

I could learn to lock the damn bathroom door properly, however. 

***

I'm not really sure how Vonnie found out about my private bathroom activities. It might have been overheard gossip, or maybe she just figured I was the right age, and made the logical assumption. I mean, we may all have been named like we were still in the 19th century, but we were a thoroughly modern family, and knew what was what. 

She had this way of teasing me about it... if it had been my sisters doing it, I would have been mortified, but she made it a fun tease. She called it 'playing with my boy stuff', kind of a gentle reminder that we were different, even if she was my best female friend. It always ended with a hug, just to let me know it was not meant maliciously. 

The playful banter took on a new dimension one day, when she was inducing a blush by razzing me, as usual. We were alone... she was very careful not to give fuel to my sisters. It was our little game, and she didn't want it to become too emotionally painful. It was supposed to be fun, but the bomb she dropped on me made it much more than merely play. 

She was doing her best, turning me bright red with questions about when I last 'played with my stuff', and she looked around, making sure we were alone. 

"You know, girls do it too," she smiled. I was confused, and it must have shown, so she clarified. "You play with your stuff, and we play with ours. I play with mine all the time." 

What? 

We were thoroughly modern, but Mom had a modern solution to keep her children from growing up too quickly. She took parental security codes to a level I didn't know existed, so I wasn't as knowledgeable about the mechanics of sex as some of my friends. The thought that girls did... that... to themselves was new. 

New, and exciting. That image was front and centre in my mind during my next opportunity to play with my stuff. 

Despite Mom's best efforts, my sexual education had begun. I was twelve, and at a time when most boys were learning from each other or the Internet, I had a much more interesting source. A much softer, and more attractive source. 

My friend, who was more like a sister to me, but wasn't, because she wasn't. 

No. She was my mother's sister. 

My aunt Siobhan. 

***

Things remained status quo for a while. Vonnie was nearly eighteen, was dating other boys, and was still my best friend. 

She was also still my teacher, and would drop the odd tidbit here and there. Nothing too overt, and nothing I couldn't get from the Internet, if I could find a way around Mom's password codes... but delivered as it was from a female perspective, I found it fascinating. 

Her friendship had also given me more confidence around girls. Yes, she still teased me, and always held the upper hand, but coming from her I didn't mind as much. My sisters held their power as a way of putting me in my place, but Vonnie was playing when she did it. It was our private game, and she obviously enjoyed it as much as I did. 

Anyway, that confidence came bubbling to the surface one day when she was at our house, just after her birthday. She was officially a woman now, but that didn't change anything between us. She popped in on me in my room, but before she could begin her normal routine, I beat her to it. 

"So, how about you tell me when you last played with your stuff?" I asked, with a smile and a gallon of bravado. 

"Oh ho! Look who just grew a pair!" Vonnie laughed, her blue eyes sparkling. "Okay, Mr. O'Sullivan... It was yesterday, and it was lots of fun!" she giggled, then gestured to me. It was my turn. 

"This morning, and I had fun, too," I laughed back. The confidence was like a narcotic, and made me continue without thinking. "It would be better with something to sniff, um... oh, never mind." 

I could feel my face glowing, and turned away. 

"Danny?" she said softly, touching my shoulder. I turned back to face her. "It's alright. Nothing new under the sun. We girls do smell good, don't we?" She wrapped me in a big hug, letting me know my apparent perversion wasn't going to chase her away. She held me longer than usual, my head against her chest. It was so soft. A certain part of me was headed toward the other end of the scale, so I turned my hips, hoping she wouldn't notice. She released me, and left with a different look on her face, like she was thinking. 

At the nearest opportunity, I made a bee-line for the bathroom. 

***

For my thirteenth birthday, Mom got me my first cell phone. In it, she had already programmed her own cell number, and those of all my sisters, who had received their phones on their thirteenth birthday. 

There was one number missing, and I asked Fiona if I could borrow her phone to get it. She just smiled, and handed it to me, letting me look up Vonnie's number myself. I gave it back, and typed the information into my device. 

I was so proud. Getting my phone was a rite of passage in our house. It signified trust, and growing up. I wanted to call someone special for my first call, and there was only one person who qualified. I pressed the button. 

"Hello?" I heard from the other end. 

"Hi. It's me," I giggled, then clued in. Maybe she didn't recognize my voice, so I clarified. "It's Danny. I got my new phone!" 

"So I see," she laughed. "That's great, honey. I'd love to talk, but I'm a little busy right now. Can I call you back?" 

"Um, sure," I replied, "I guess I don't really have much to say anyway. Just wanted to try my phone, and wanted you to be my first call."

"That's so sweet, honey. I promise, I'll call you back later, okay?" she said softly. 

"Okay," I nodded. "Goodbye." 

Just before the line went dead, I thought I heard a voice ask "who was tha..." It wasn't a girl's voice. 

About ten minutes later, my phone made a noise. I picked it up. My first text message. From Vonnie. 

Sorry about that, sweetie. I'm on a date. I'll call you when I get home, and I'm definitely coming to your party this weekend. Congratulations, little man! 

I read it twice. On a date? Well, that explains it. I wasn't sure what 'on a date' meant yet, but it sounded important. Maybe she'd explain it when we talked. 

Okay. Thanks. I typed, and hit send. 

I waited for her to call back, but I fell asleep before she did. 

***

The phone was laying on my pillow, right next to my face, so when it buzzed, it woke me easily. 

"Hello?" I answered, even though I knew who it was. Who else could it be?

"Hi Danny!," Vonnie chirped. "I'm really sorry I couldn't talk before. I was with my boyfriend. It took a while to explain to him who you were. He's the jealous type. He thought I had another boyfriend on the side, so now he doesn't have a girlfriend."

It took me a few seconds to decipher that one. She had dumped him because of my call. 

"I'm sorry, Vonnie. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just..." 

"Danny... honey," she interrupted. "I didn't tell you that to make you feel guilty. It's not your fault, so don't worry about it. I'm actually glad I found out now that he's a jerk, before I got emotionally involved. Thank you." 

I had no idea what to say next, so I said nothing, hoping she would save me. 

"I guess that makes you my only boyfriend," she laughed. "Do you like older women?" 

"All the women I know are older women," I smiled, in a moment of sudden adolescent maturity. 

"Wow! You really have grown up lately, haven't you?" she howled. "That was funny!" 

I laughed along with her, feeling close despite the distance between us. A whole two blocks. 

"I should go, honey, but I'll see you Saturday at your party," she said softly. 

I really liked the idea of being her boyfriend, even if I didn't know what it meant yet. 

***

Things started changing around our house during the next year or so. Fiona got married and moved out before I turned fourteen. The twins were both gone by the time I turned seventeen, and my youngest older sister, Gael married shortly after that, leaving only Shelagh and myself at home with Mom. 

More changed at home than just the roster of residents. For example, I grew up. Literally. 

My father hadn't been overly tall, or at least, not that I recall. When you're a kid, everything is relative. When everyone is that much taller than you are, you only notice their height compared to each other. This fact was made worse by the fact that I was a small child. All my sisters seemed to be blessed with the long legs of a gazelle from birth, but I was the little brother, in every sense of the word. 

All that started to change just after I turned thirteen, as my growth spurt finally arrived. For the next three years, I was a clothing manufacturers dream, growing out of pants every three or four months. I went from just under five feet, and about 100 pounds, to just over six feet, and nearly 180.

Through it all, Vonnie and I remained close. She had her life, of course, and several boyfriends, but I remained her one, constant, special friend. Our conversations, almost every night, were those of best friends, not nephew and aunt. 

Vonnie became my tutor again, coaching me through my earliest relationships with girls. Little more than crushes, really, but she helped me understand the female point of view, especially when the point of view excluded me. She was like a mother, my own age, or at least a lot closer to it, and she was much easier to talk to. 

I even returned the favour when her most serious relationship imploded, holding her while she cried, then telling her how beautiful she was, and what an idiot he was. I'll never forget her kiss of thanks...on the cheek, but still so tender and memorable. 

I found myself getting emotionally attached to her. It was difficult to remember she was my aunt. 

***

My eighteenth birthday was special. I suppose that's pretty obvious, with the whole 'legal age' thing, but mine was more so. 

As often happens, my actual birthday fell midweek, but there was no way our family was doing a midweek party. Too many aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters and grandparents to pull that off, so the party would be a belated affair. That didn't stop my friends from taking me out for a small gathering, however, and my sister Shelagh had a wrapped parcel for me when I got home. 

"Siobhan dropped this off for you," Shelagh said quietly. "Happy birthday."

I looked at the package... a box, wrapped in bright paper, with a ribbon around it. A card was attached, and I opened it first. 

"Call me before you open this," it said, along with the usual best wishes. "No matter what time it is." 

Okay, you got it. I thumbed my phone into life, and scrolled down the list to Vonnie, then pressed the button. A few seconds later, I heard her familiar voice. 

"Hi Danny, honey," she purred. "I was wondering if I would hear from you tonight. Shelagh said you were out with your friends. Did you have fun?" 

"Yeah, I suppose," I replied. "Just a few of my classmates taking me out for a burger and some fun. Nothing much happened."

"Any girls there?" she asked. "Any hotties after your body now that you're legal?" 

"I wish!" I laughed. "Just one girl tonight, the girlfriend of one of my buddies, and she's not that hot," I explained. "What's with the gift? Does this mean you're not coming this weekend?" 

"Oh no," she giggled, "I'll be there. You've got a birthday kiss, and a big hug coming."

Mmmmm, a Vonnie hug... almost as soft as a Mom hug, and a whole lot more fun. She had developed the same big, voluptuous chest as her sisters... I mean, Mom and my other aunts. Actually all my sisters were pretty similar, as well. This house would be filled with big, soft breasts this weekend, and I'd probably get hugs from all of them. Little wonder I was a breast man. 

"I just thought this gift would be better without the crowd," she continued. "Actually," she laughed, "I don't think either of us wants to open this in front of anyone else." 

"Huh?" I asked, not following her point. 

"Just open it. You'll see," she directed. 

Okay. I plucked at the ribbon, which gave way, and allowed me to tear the paper open. A box, yes, that much I guessed. I popped the tape at each side, and lifted the lid. 

It was a book, one that I had been looking for. I had an interest in vintage warbirds, and this book catalogued the various models of the iconic British fighter, the Spitfire. 

"Vonnie! This is perfect! Thank you so much!" I gasped, then wondered, "Why wouldn't I open this in front of anyone? It's a great gift." 

"Well... It's not alone in there," she said softly. "Look under the tissue. I got you something you've wanted for years," she added cryptically. 

Women! Why can't they just answer a question? I thought, rummaging deeper. Why does everything have to... be a... Oh my god! 

There, between the layers of tissue paper, was a clear zip lock bag. I picked it up with trembling hands. Inside... oh god... inside was a... a pair of panties! I gasped. 

She's either psychic or she heard me, and knew I'd found the special gift. 

"I remember someone saying they wanted something to sniff while playing with their stuff," she giggled. "You still play with your stuff, don't you?" 

"Um, yeah," I gulped, holding the bag up. They weren't just panties ; they were sexy panties, black, lacey, and quite brief. "Are these yours, Vonnie?" I asked, picturing her in the tiny garment. 

"No, I stole them from a strangers house for you!" she laughed. "YES! Of course they're mine! I wore them for two days, just to make sure they'd last a while... you know, so you could play more than once. Speaking of which... did you play today?"

"Uh... no actually," I stumbled. "Did you?" 

"Mmmmm, yes," she growled. "Twice. So I guess you'll be wanting to go now, huh? Have fun, honey." 

The phone went dead. 

My cock, on the other hand, was definitely alive. It had begun to awaken when I saw the panties in the bag, and gradually hardened throughout the conversation. Now it was harder than I could ever remember it being, and very, very uncomfortable in my pants. She was right ; I was heading to the bathroom, right now. 

One advantage to being nearly the last one left in the house was that bathroom time... for any reason... no longer needed to be scheduled on a seniority basis. There were two full baths and a powder room to choose from. Since it was late, and both Mom and Shelagh were asleep, I chose the powder room downstairs, as far away from them as possible. Sure, I'd be as quiet as I could, but why take extra chances?