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Read only if lawful. Chapters 1-7 are on www.Fictionmania.com.
Charlotte's Niece
by
Pamela (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)
Chapter 8b (Continuation from 8a)
Linda escorted me home that night, with the panty and bra back in the
box. Fortunately Charlotte had no interest in checking up on the
condition of the clothes. Before I could get to my room she announced
that seeing as the next night was Lei's last, would I please come back
early from my studies to help Ethel prepare a special dinner in her
honor. Somewhat sarcastically she asked if I had any objection to
letting Lei enjoy the time without having to help with the setting up,
serving or cleaning. Of course, I did want to object, but figured it
wasn't worth the commotion it would surely cause. "I'll be happy to
help prepare nice dinner for Lei," I said rather sugary, so I could
show Charlotte that two can play the same game. I was tired and then
asked if I could go to bed, and she wished me a good night.
The next morning, Lei slept in and I was gone before she awoke. I came
home after a great day of studying, and began helping Ethel in the
kitchen. At an opportune moment I asked her, "Ethel, I noticed that
my underwear is gone from my drawer."
"All your underwear?"
"You know what I mean, my boys underwear! I can't understand how you
can go through my drawers like that! I don't go through Charlotte's
dresser."
"I should hope not!" Ethel said with alarm. "She made it very clear
you were not to go in her room."
"I know all that, I haven't set foot in the mystery room, but I don't
see why you can go through my drawers."
"Greg, there is nothing sinister about it! It was merely that since
you're no longer wearing jockey shorts, Charlotte thought you would
like to have more room in the dresser for the clothes you do wear. For
example, you'll have to get a lot more panties, if you are to have
enough for every day."
"I've got six pairs. How many more do I need?"
Ethel laughed, "gosh, most girls I know of, have like fifty pairs!"
"Very funny, but I'm not a girl, and they probably have so many cause
they like to have lots of different kinds. I mean pretty ones and
plain ones. Different colors."
"You're probably right. Anyway, we've only put them in storage and you
can get them anytime you want."
"I guess its all right, I was just a little concerned. Anyway, if Lei
tells my dad about my wearing panties, he's going to kill me, no
matter what Charlotte says about it."
"She won't say anything, Greg, she's not interested in getting you
into trouble. Charlotte and I both are just so pleased to see how
close the two of you are. Many brothers and sisters don't have a real
relationship like that."
I thought about what she said. Maybe in some ways Ethel was right, but
it seemed to me that Lei was taking advantage of me being younger to
avoid helping with the house work. Part of me was glad she was finally
leaving. Then I wouldn't be pissed by her laziness. The first week had
certainly gone by very fast, and I figured before I knew it the summer
would be over.
************************************
At dinner that night, after a lot of talk about Lei's forthcoming
adventure, in a lull in the conversation, I said, "The one good thing
about Lei's leaving tomorrow is that I can finally move into her
room!"
"Greg," Charlotte said matter of factly, "I've decided to keep you
where you are."
"What!"
"I'm sorry, Greg,.."
"But you promised!"
"I didn't promise anything. The fact of the matter is that I may be
having other guests this summer, and Lei's room is much more
appropriate for entertaining them."
"So why should the girly room be OK for me? I'm a guest also!"
"This summer some business associates from out of town might need a
place to stay, some men and some women, and I can't put them up in a
young girls room. The pretty decorations are really for a young
person."
"Girl, you mean!"
"Greg, thats the end of the discussion."
"Why don't your friends stay in a hotel?" I said.
"Greg, don't be rude," Ethel said in a sing song voice.
Charlotte eyed me steadily, and I ground my teeth wondering what else
I could say. A whole summer in the girls room was ridiculous. I'd
like to see if any of these other house guests ever materialized. It
all seemed so phony to me.
It was about time to clear the dishes and Charlotte said, "so are we
all set for tomorrow?"
"My flight is at 10 AM," Lei said.
"We'll get a cab and the four of us will go out to the airport to say
goodbye," Charlotte said. "Then, in the afternoon, Greg, Ethel and I
will go shopping."
"I can't Charlotte," I said with a certain amount of glee, "I'm seeing
Linda and the other girls. We're going to a matinee."
"I'm sorry, Greg, but you should have asked me before you made plans,"
Charlotte said, "you'll have to go shopping with us."
"What do you mean?" I said with a definite rise in my voice.
"Ethel and I need you to hold some packages, and we also might want to
get you some things."
"Hunh?" I practically shouted. "Its my Saturday. I have every right to
go see my friends. I don't need any clothes and its ridiculous to have
me walk around carrying packages."
"Don't raise your voice," Charlotte said.
Ethel said, "Greg, can't you change your plans to Sunday?"
"Why don't you change your plans to Sunday?" I said contemptuously.
I could see Lei, shifting uncomfortably in her chair.
"There's no way I'm not going to be with my friends tomorrow. I
already promised them and you have no right to run my life like that!"
"That'll be enough of that, young man," Charlotte said with a distinct
nastiness. "As long as you are living here you will do what I ask you
to do. I am responsible for you, while
your mom and dad are away and they have given me the authority to
provide for your safety and care."
"What a pile of hooey," I said. "What's the danger? I'm going to a
friggin matinee!"
"There will be no cursing in my apartment!" Charlotte said.
"I just said friggin!"
"Greg!" Ethel said, "calm down. You'll just have to postpone your
activity to another day."
"I WILL NOT!" I exploded.
Charlotte leaned toward me on the other side of the table, and staring
right at me said, making each word stick in the air like a
knife,"you....will....do....as....I....say!"
"NO!" I shouted.
With great alarm in her voice Ethel said, "Greg, come on now. You must
behave."
"I AM BEHAVING! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO SHOPPING!"
"Charlotte,..." Lei said in what sounded like a pleading voice.
Charlotte rose from her seat and said evenly, "you will now clear the
table, wash the dishes and then go to your room without dessert.
Tomorrow, you will accompany us to the airport and then will go
shopping with Ethel and I."
"You can't make me do that SHIT!"
"GREG! Shame on you! Ethel said.
"Oh, Greg," I heard Lei say, as Charlotte came right toward me.
Before I knew what she was going to do, she grabbed my ear in her hand
and twisted it. The pain was instant and caused me to double over with
my head towards the ground.
She began forcing me toward my bedroom all the time squeezing my ear.
While I screamed and whimpered in pain, Charlotte said, "you do not
seem to have understood what I said about cursing in my house, besides
your selfish defiance."
"I'M SORRY CHARLOTTE!" I screamed as she half dragged and half shoved
me toward my room. She had my head twisted to the side at the level of
her waist. I could see her stocking clad legs and the hem of her
skirt. The pain in my ear was too much and I tried to force her hand
off of it but I didn't have the strength to undo her grip.
I got a glimpse of Lei walking toward me, "Charlotte! You're hurting
him!" she said.
Charlotte ignored her and kept pushing and dragging me into my
bedroom. She kicked the door shut behind us and forced me into the
bathroom.
"OUCH! CHARLOTTE, LET GO OF ME!" I cried.
"Greg!" I heard Lei shout through the door.
"The nerve of you!" Charlotte said. "I'll make sure this never happens
again."
She pushed me into the pink bathroom and with her free hand, she
grabbed the soap bar. "This is what happens to children who say bad
words!"
"NO, NO, NO!" I screamed, "NOT THE SO..."
At that moment she forced the soap bar into my mouth, and I retched
terribly at the taste. She took it out and while I sputtered and spit
as much as I could she said, "and how does that feel?"
"TERRIBLE, I'M SORRY!"
"What are you not going to do anymore?" Charlotte said as she shoved
the soap back into my mouth again.
My sounds were muffled by the soap. I was near suffocating now and she
suddenly took out the soap, and let go of my ear. Hysterical, I turned
on the water and began rinsing my mouth as fast as I could. Drinking
and spitting. Charlotte grabbed by chin hard and turned my face
towards hers and said in a very quiet, low voice, "when you are done
getting yourself fixed up, you will come back to the dining room and
make an apology to everyone. Then you will do the dishes and go to bed
after that. Do you understand?"
I nodded "yes" but Charlotte repeated the question: "do you
understand?"
"Yes," I said out loud.
"Good, and do not take too long."
******************************
After 15 minutes of drying my eyes and washing away the remaining
soap, and looking to see if my ear was hurt, I heard Charlotte call,
"Greg? Are you coming?"
"Yes," I called back, and then rejoined Charlotte, Ethel and Lei, who
were sitting at the dining room table having some more of the coconut
lemon cake from the previous day.
I stood near them. It looked to me that Lei had been crying. Ethel had
a bright sunny smile on her face. "Feeling better?" she said.
"Yes." I mumbled.
"Greg has something to say," Charlotte said. "Greg?"
"Yeah, um, I'm sorry for cursing and everything."
"Sorry to who?"
"To you and Ethel and Lei."
"Will it ever happen again?"
"No."
"No, what?"
"No, Charlotte."
"Very good, Greg, I think you've grown up a lot. Now run along and do
the dishes, and then we'll see you tomorrow. Good night."
"Good night," I said.
*******************************
It took me a long time to fall asleep since it was so early. At one
point, I put my ear to the door and could make out some of what was
being said in the living room. I heard my name being said a lot, and
then the impassioned words by Lei: "I don't see why you had to hurt
him!"
This was followed by Charlotte's laugh: "appearances are deceiving."
"But still..." I heard Lei say.
Then there was something from Ethel about my mom and dad which I
couldn't make out. After a short while, I grew tired and went to bed.
Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke to the sound of
whispering. In the faint light coming from the hallway I could see the
dark outlines of Charlotte and Ethel next to my bed looking down at
me.
"Do you think he's OK?" I heard Charlotte whisper.
"Yeah, don't worry," Ethel said.
"If I did anything to hurt him, I'll never forgive myself!" Charlotte
said.
"Its OK, his ear is fine."
Charlotte leaned over me and I felt her hand gently touching the ear
she had grabbed before. Then she straightened up and silently tip-toed
out of the room, followed by Ethel.
End of Chapter 8
Charlotte's Niece
Copyright 2000, pamelapamela@hotmail.com
VickieTern@AOL.COM
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