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Read if lawful to do so. Chapters 1-7 are on www.Fictionmania.com
Charlotte's Niece
by
Pamela (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)
Chapter 8a
A short time later, just as we were sitting down to eat, Lei came
home. She was full of energy and anxious to tell Charlotte about the
last minute preparations for her trip out West. She sat down at the
dinner table and made no effort to help with serving. I saw Ethel
signal me to carry in the serving plates and though I wanted to
protest, I let it go; I was sure that Charlotte or Ethel would later
ask her to help with the cleanup. Anyway, I could serve faster, so we
could get done faster and then I'd be free to go up to Linda's.
When we had finished the main course, Charlotte, in her usual exalted
position, droned on and on about something to do with her work day.
How she could have so much to say, was beyond my comprehension. I
waited impatiently for her to signal Lei and I to clear the dishes.
At a pause in the conversation, Charlotte said to Ethel and me, "so
what's the dessert today? Something special?"
"Its your favorite lemon coconut cake, from Ebinger's," Ethel said.
"What's the special occasion?"
"I happen to know its Greg's favorite, also, so I thought it would be
a nice idea!"
"Great!" I said. "God, do I love Ebinger's lemon coconut cake!"
Charlotte laughed, "well we finally agree on something! Now run along
and clear the table!"
"But why can't Lei clear? It's her turn."
Lei turned her head at the mention of her name, "don't be a baby!"
"I'm not being a baby. Why should I do everything!"
"Ethel, would you listen to these two," Charlotte said. "Greg honey,
you've been just marvelous in the kitchen this past week. Lei will
help out in other ways. Besides, I have a question I need to ask her.
Would you help now?"
"But, Charlotte!"
"Greg," Charlotte said, in a warning voice.
"Ethel, its not fair!"
Charlotte said, "Greg. I'm talking to Lei, and I would appreciate it
if you could take care of the clearing? Okay?"
"At home, Lei and I always share the work!"
"Greg, I don't want to have to confine you to your room tonight,"
Charlotte said, with diminishing warmth in her voice.
"Hunh?" I said, "ground me?"
"You heard me, ground you."
I stared at her, "but.." I started to say.
Lei started to rise from her seat, "its OK, Charlotte, I really don't
mind helping Greg."
"Sit down Lei" Charlotte said sharply, "Greg will do as I ask."
Her eyes were drilling into mine. "In one second you will stay home
tonight and miss seeing your friends."
Ethel got up and nudged me, "Greg lets get these dishes cleared."
Before Charlotte said anything more, I got up and took my dish in one
hand and started toward the kitchen. Charlotte said, "you have a free
hand, Greg."
I turned around and picked up Lei's plate and carried it to the
kitchen. Ethel was busy putting the cake on a serving dish and pouring
the coffee. I went back to the table and got Charlotte's plate. She
was talking to Lei "when you get back in the fall I'll take you there.
They have the hippest clothes."
Mumbling under my breath I said, "boy thats an important
conversation!"
Charlotte hesitated for a second and I worried that she may have heard
me. But then she continued on.
*****************
The cake was a great treat and put me in a better mood. Instead of
leaving it to chance, I said to Lei, "Lei, could you help wash the
dishes tonight. I don't want to be late for going to Linda's."
Lei looked at me with some displeasure but then said, "oh, all right,
Greg, I'll do some of the dishes!"
"Thanks!" I said enthusiastically, happy that my strategy had worked.
"That's the mature way to handle things." Charlotte said. "Instead of
ordering, ask!"
I wanted to say, "I thought I had asked before," but decided it best
to take the small credit I was being given.
"What do you do at Linda's" Lei asked.
"We talk about things."
"What things?"
"I don't know, Lei. We just hang out. Its fun. She has some nice
friends."
"Who all is there?"
"Audrey, who you saw, and Stephanie, Brenda and some others."
"Any guys?"
"Last time there wasn't any."
"Lucky you!" she said, and I blushed. "She and her friend are very
pretty. Are they seeing anyone?"
"Linda sees this guy Mike, and Audrey has a boy friend Joe. Mike's
sort of a moron. I don't see why Linda dates him."
"Why do you say that? When did you meet him?"
"At the college the other day. When I was having lunch he was with
Linda and Audrey. The idiot sort of made fun of me."
"Why?"
"I don't want to go into it, it was nothing."
"It doesn't sound like it was nothing. Tell us."
"If you're having a problem..." Charlotte started to say.
"Its nothing. He just called me "pantyman," cause Linda had mentioned
where she had met me, at the lingerie shop."
"Just cause you were in the lingerie shop, he called you that?" Lei
sounded puzzled.
"He was making a joke about me wearing panties. You see, Linda had
explained a little of what went on there, and he was making a joke."
"Well its nobody else's business that your prefer wearing panties,"
Charlotte intervened.
I winced at Charlotte's announcement, and hoped Lei wouldn't say
anything.
"You're wearing panties?" Lei asked with slight surprise.
"Just plain ones," I said, "there's no fancy stuff on them."
"But didn't mom?" Lei started to say.
"Didn't mom what?," Charlotte said.
"My dad told my mom to tell Greg that he shouldn't wear the panties.
It could be easily misinterpreted if for some reason, somebody saw him
in them."
"Your dad is a comedian!" Charlotte said, laughing. "Anyway, Greg has
been wearing the panties every day. Haven't you?"
"Yeah," I said haltingly.
"He prefers them, just like I knew he would. Don't you?"
Both Charlotte and Lei were looking at me severely, and I said,
"yeah."
"Dad won't be happy hearing that!" Lei said.
"How's he going to hear about it?" I said.
"Lei, that's enough of that. Your father is not here, and even if he
were, he would surely have no objection once he heard the whole
story. I will be only too happy to discuss it with him upon his
return." Charlotte was now looking straight at Lei with her lips
curled into a slight smile.
"Sure Charlotte," Lei said. "I do think he'll have a lot of
questions."
"Pshaw," Charlotte said, "its nothing more than comfort and
practicality. Most people are just ignorant of it. Now, as for the
pretty panties that Greg was wearing, I've already told him to keep
away from my nieces clothes!"
"Charlotte!" I said.
"What's that? Greg!" Lei said surprised, "are you wearing the girly
clothes!?"
"No!," I yelled and after seeing Charlotte quickly turn toward me,
added, "just once. I was curious. I opened the dresser drawer and saw
the panties and..."
"It seems that Greg is a bit tempted to play dress up in my nieces
clothes. I'm sorry I doubted you about the bras, Lei, but Ethel and I
will certainly try to be more vigilant. I doubt your dad and mom
would approve of that sort of play."
"I'm not dressing up! It was like a one time thing, Lei!" Lei was
looking at me distastefully.
"What would your friend Linda and the other girls think, Greg?"
"About what!"
"About wearing frilly panties. Is that why you protested so much
about the girly bedroom? You were actually tempted by the clothes?"
"THATS A LIE!" I yelled. "CHARLOTTE'S NOT TELLING THE TRUTH!"
"There's no reason to get vitriolic!" Charlotte said in a soft almost
motherly voice, "and we certainly will not yell in the apartment! All
I know Greg is what I heard today. You were happy to wear the pretty
panties. I hope you haven't been wearing anything else of my nieces.
I don't think ill of you for having felt the need, but you should not
have touched what doesn't belong to you. Lets hope that whatever
emotion prompted you to try on the panties is gone."
"Like I said before, I'm never going to do it again!"
"Good. Of course, as Ethel and I made clear to you before, we could
get you your own play clothes."
"I don't want play clothes."
"Greg, you don't want girls clothes, do you?" Lei said with what
sounded like alarm.
"NO!"
"But Greg, honey..." Ethel said.
"What?" I said with annoyance.
"Like we agreed before, its OK if you want to feel pretty."
"I know, I know, I know!"
Lei was looking at me like I should explain, but I got up and started
clearing the dessert plates. She turned to Ethel and said, "what's
that about?"
"When I discovered that he'd worn Charlotte's nieces panties, I tried
to find out why. It seems that he wanted to find out what it felt like
to be pretty."
"Pretty!" Lei said as I came out of the kitchen. "Greg, do you want to
be pretty?"
"No!" I said, but before I could continue, Charlotte said, "Greg, I
think I was too hasty about not letting you show my niece's clothes
to your girl friends. Why don't you get a panty and bra to show them?
How about the panty you already wore, and the matching bra? How about
that?"
"It's OK Charlotte, I changed my mind. I don't want to bring
anything."
"No, Greg, I really don't mind. Go fetch a bra and panty."
"No, Charlotte. Its not necessary!" I could sense Lei staring at me.
"Go on, Greg, its really OK," Charlotte said. Afraid to escalate the
situation, I went to my bedroom and took out the panty and bra from
the dresser drawer and walked back to where Charlotte sat at the
table.
"Here."
"OK, very nice. There's a fancy box in the hall closet, on the top
shelf, go fetch it."
I walked to the closet and opened the sliding door. On the upper shelf
I saw a shiny pink and white box which I reached up and took down, and
then brought to Charlotte. She put the bra and panty in the box,
after first wrapping them in pink tissue paper which was inside.
"Don't forget to bring it with you to show your friends!" Charlotte
said, handing me the box. I saw that Ethel was smiling at me. I
was afraid to look at Lei.
"I won't."
"It's almost 7:30, so you and Lei better get busy with the dishes!"
****************************
When it was just Lei and I washing and drying the dishes, she said to
me, "Greg, I can't believe you're wearing panties! It's sick."
"Mom thought it was OK, didn't she?"
"She didn't want to hurt Charlotte's feelings. She agrees completely
with dad that you shouldn't wear them."
"You don't know Charlotte. She has a way of making it seem like its
OK. Sort of like the Mudd jeans."
"Well its not OK and you have to stop wearing them, or I'll have to
tell mom and dad."
"OK, OK, I won't wear them anymore. Jesus, I'm going to get hell from
Ethel."
"Just tell her your dad will be real pissed off. I'll finish the rest
of the dishes. You change into your own underwear. OK?"
"OK, Lei."
"Greg."
"What?"
"Remember what I said to you before. If you have any trouble with
Charlotte, you give mom and dad a call. They have lots of friends in
Manhattan."
"You're scaring me Lei! What in the world could Charlotte do to me?"
"Well so far, she got you wearing girls panties! Next thing you know
you'll be wearing skirts!"
"LEI!"
"I'm just teasing. I'm sure nothing will happen."
"I'm not worried at all," I said. "I'm sure I'm stronger than
Charlotte."
"Jesus, Greg, are you expecting a fist fight?"
"No, I'm just playing around."
"Go change your underwear and go to your friends!"
"Bye," I said and went to do as she said.
*****************************************
In my room, I discovered that every last one of my jockey shorts was
missing from my dresser drawer. Obviously Ethel had done it, probably
under orders from Charlotte. I went to the living room to find out
what had happened. Ethel and Charlotte were sitting there talking, and
I came up to them.
"Ready to leave?" Charlotte said, "remember to be back by eleven."
I wanted to ask them about my underwear, but then decided it would
only take time away from my visit to Linda's. Anyway, it would be
better to ask Ethel in the morning without Charlotte around. I headed
to the door, and Charlotte called after me, "don't forget your
package."
I turned back and got it where it was sitting on the dining room
table.
"Thanks. I'll see you at eleven."
"With Linda or someone escorting you!"
"Yes, Charlotte," I said wearily, and left the apartment.
******************************************
I had second thoughts of showing up at Linda's with the bra and panty
in a box. It seemed too weird to me. Like I was making it into a big
deal. I thought of where I could hide the box in the building, perhaps
in the incinerator room, or in the stairwell, but it was too risky.
Oh well, I thought, the girls did ask me to bring something. Its not
really my fault that Charlotte but it in a silly box.
Linda answered the door when I rang her doorbell.
"Greg, so great you could come!"
"Thanks! Its great to get away from those crazy women!"
"Are they giving you trouble?"
"Not anything I can't handle. Anyway, the good news is Charlotte says
I can stay out till 11 tonight."
"Great!"
"But there's one catch."
"What's that?"
"She wants someone to escort me back to the apartment. Like it could
be you. Do you mind?"
"I'll protect you!" Linda said in a heroic voice making us both
laugh. "Come on in to the bedroom. What's in the box?"
I was about to reply when I noticed Mike coming toward me.
"Mike!" I said with a trace of annoyance.
"Hey, pant..." he started to say and cut it off after Linda gave him a
vicious look, "Greg!"
"Hi," relieved that he wasn't going to tease me.
"Come join the party," Mike said, "you, me and Joe have all the babes
to ourselves!"
I blushed and Linda said, "don't embarrass him, Mike!"
I followed the two of them into the bedroom, desperately wondering
where I could hide the box. I held it in one hand partially behind my
back. The room was more crowded than the last time. Joe was sitting
in a chair and waved to me when I came in. I scooted into a seat on
the floor next to Jenni and fumbled trying to put the box under the
bed behind me. By a half an inch it didn't fit. Jenni, Jenny, Brenda
and Stephanie called out greetings to me which I acknowledged. We
were in a circle like the last time. Mike flopped on the sofa next
to Linda and whispered something in her ear and she laughed. I heard
Audrey tell Jenny about a CD she had just gotten.
Mike suddenly got up saying, "damn, I forgot my beer! Anybody want a
beer?"
"Get me one," Jenny said.
"Greg?"
"No thanks."
Mike left to get the beers. While he was away the room grew silent. My
box was between Jenni and me. "What ya got in the box?" she said.
"Its nothing."
"Nothing?" Jenni said.
"You know, from last time. I don't think this is a good day to show
it." I tried using my eyes to indicate Joe.
Suddenly, Linda laughed. "Oh! You mean you got some of Charlotte's
clothes!"
"Yeah, her nieces. But..."
"Aren't you going to show them to us?"
"Maybe later," I said.
Mike came back saying, "Sure you don't want a beer Greg?"
"No thanks."
"You don't drink?"
"I have to work tomorrow."
"With his brain, Mike, you wouldn't understand," Linda said.
Mike laughed. "What you got in your fancy box, Greg?"
I froze. "Nothing."
"Carrying around an empty box?"
"Come on, Greg, why did you bring a box with you? Show us!"
"Its got some clothes in it."
"You brought it down special. Come on show everyone."
"Its not of any interest to you."
Mike, took a long drink from his beer, and looked at me with
amusement. "Let me guess what it could be. A cake? A hat? A soccer
ball?"
"I said, its nothing of interest to you."
"Hey I'm insulted," Mike laughed, "I'm interested in everything the
girls are interested in."
"Mike," Linda said, "cool it. Greg brought down some stuff of
Charlotte's. It's her nieces stuff. We asked Greg to ask her for
permission to show us her clothes."
"Hunh? What stuff?"
"Give me the box, Greg" Linda said and I obeyed her. She slid off the
ribbon holding it closed and opened it up. She lifted aside the pink
tissue paper exposing the bra and panties.
Mike started laughing. Some beer must have gone down the wrong pipe
since he entered into a violent coughing fit. Linda held up the
panties and the girls oohed and aahed at it.
"Oh, how precious," Jenny said, "let me see." She took the panties
from Linda and ran her fingers over the rows of pretty lace. Linda
held up the bra by its straps.
"Jesus, Greg, you're off the charts," Mike said regaining control of
himself. "How the hell did you ever got involved with Charlotte's
panties?"
Suddenly, Mike grabbed the bra from Linda's hand and held it up.
"Great looking bra, Greg. I guess you're not the pantyman, but the
braman." He was clowning around with it, and put it over his head.
"Mike, don't hurt it" I yelled, "its not mine."
With the bra held over his head, he took a swig of beer, "don't worry
about your bra, Greg, its safe with me!"
"C'mon Mike," its not funny, I said with desperation.
"Mike, give him back the bra," Linda said.
"Charlotte will kill me if anything happens to it!" I said with alarm.
Mike started swinging the bra around like a lariat and then fished the
panties out of Jenny's hand and started flinging it around with his
other hand. I got up and tried to take it from him but he was too tall
for me. Linda kept shouting at him to stop being so stupid, but he
wasn't listening.
"Give him back the bra and panties," the girls were yelling at him.
"Give them back?" Mike said. "Give braman back his bra and panties!"
"Fucker!" Linda said, really mad.
"Don't call me a fucker, fucker and a half." Mike said.
"Give him back the clothes!"
"Not until he begs me," Mike said meanly.
"C'mon Mike," I said with fear, "Charlotte is going to kill me if they
get hurt."
"Beg me for your bra and panties."
"Don't be stupid and ridiculous," Audrey said.
"Beg!"
"I'm not begging!"
"MIKE!" Linda shouted. "Give him back the bra and panties or I'll
never see you again!"
This appeared to have an effect on Mike, and he said, "I'm just
playing around, Linny, you don't have to take it so hard."
"Can't you see your tormenting Greg? How can you be so dumb? He only
brought the bra and panty cause we asked him to! Give them back to
him!"
"OK, braman, here," and he flung the bra and panty so they hit me in
the face.
Happy to have them back, I picked them up to look them over. They
clearly showed signs of Mike's abuse. There was a dirt smudge on the
bra and the panties were wrinkled. Then I noticed a slight rip on the
lace of the panties. "Oh, no, there's a rip in the panties!" I
screamed.
"Come let me look," Linda said and I gave her the panties. "I've got
some white thread, I'm sure I can make them look perfect."
"But they're wrinkled and dirty. Charlotte's going to kill me!"
"See what you've done Mike! What an asshole you are!"
"You've got the prettiest ass hole!" Mike said, laughing.
"Get out!" Linda yelled.
"Don't worry," Mike said, "we'll leave you girls alone. C'mon Joe."
Joe got up and the two of them left.
As soon as they were gone, the girls set to work trying to fix up the
panty and bra. Linda apologized a hundred times, and said that she
would never invite Mike back to one of the meetings.
"Why do you date a guy like that?" I said.
"He's not all bad," Linda said, "he does have some good sides."
"Like what?"
"Well, I do like his energy, and he's quite strong. I like it when he
holds me."
"He's also a great kisser!" Audrey said.
"Yeah, you wouldn't believe it but he's a knockout kisser."
"But what about talking to him?" I said.
"He's not always an idiot. Sometimes he's very sensitive. I don't
know. I don't think he really intends to hurt your feelings, Greg.
It's just that maybe he's trying to test you to see what kind of boy
you are."
I found the discussion depressing. There was nothing about Mike that I
liked. Linda could see my frustration and she came up to me and knelt
in front of me. "Look at me Greg," she said, and I looked up into her
pretty face.
She took my hands in hers and said, "I love the way you are so aware
and sensitive, Greg. All of us, see you as so sweet. That you can wear
Mudd's and panties and whatever. But you have to remember that girls
like masculine boys too. We like how hard and I don't know, boyish
they are. They sweat, have chest and leg hair. It's neat."
"So you don't find me attractive?" I said, fighting back tears.
"This isn't coming out the way I want," Linda said. "You're the kind
of boy we can love, like one of us. I mean we can be a buddy with you.
We can say anything we want, not like with Mike. Mike would have never
gone with Charlotte, shopping for bras and panties. It would never
have happened."
"So you all will be my buddies, but none of you would see me
sexually."
"No, maybe one of us would see you like that. We don't know. But guys
who really know they're guys, I mean act like guys, they create a
sexual response. I guess its programmed into our heads as girls."
I was weeping slightly. The girls seemed concerned about me, and even
very loving, but the words stung in some way I couldn't completely
fathom. Audrey ran and got me a tissue and I blew my nose.
"I have an idea," Linda said. "This Saturday afternoon, we're all
going shopping and may be to the movies. Why don't you come with us?
You'll have six girls all to yourself! Mike is definitely not coming!"
"Shopping for what?"
"Oh, anything and everything. You know girls!"
"OK, I'll come."
"Good, just be here at 1 O'Clock."
"That should be fine. In the morning were taking my sister Lei to the
airport,but I should definitely be back by then."
"Good!"
***************************************************************
(Chapter 8 continued in 8b)
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