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Charlotte's Niece by Pamela
(pamelapamela@hotmail.com)
Chapter 9 (Part B) (Continuation from Part A)
The trip back took forever. There was bumper to bumper traffic on the
Van Wyck Expressway. Charlotte seemed to be rigid. She ignored me
completely and no one talked. Ethel, on the other hand I sensed to be
warm and inviting and I felt myself imperceptively moving closer to
her till our hips touched and my leg lay alongside her dress. I turned
toward her and saw she was staring out of the window with a frown. If
she could see me out of her peripheral vision she didn't let on. I
felt a great urge to cry or to get her comfort or something. Finally
the taxi broke free of the traffic and it wasn't long until we were
crossing the Williamsburg Bridge into Manhattan. I felt my heart
racing and I turned toward Charlotte and whispered, ``I'm really
sorry. It was an accident."
I saw her lip curl and slightly bunch up. A suppressed scowl. She gave
me a sharp glance and said only, ``sshh."
``You're not going to hurt me, are you? Please don't!" I asked in a
very tiny voice. She ignored me.
The cab stopped in front of the building and in a minute the three of
us were riding the elevator up to Charlotte's apartment. I started
shaking a little as I got out on her floor. I could smell spaghetti
sauce someone was making in another apartment. Outside her door as she
fumbled for her keys, I said again, ``you won't hurt me Charlotte? I
didn't mean to do anything. It was an accident." I started crying now,
and Charlotte grabbed me by the upper arm and quickly moved into the
apartment. I was now crying hard and Charlotte said, ``shut up. I'm
calling Lillian."
Ethel got me a kleenex and I blew my nose and calmed down. My
imagination was running away with me, I thought, and then I even broke
out into a smile of relief at the thought of being able to talk to my
mom.
I sat on the sofa next to Charlotte and she dialed the number in
England. After a couple of rings she said, ``Lillian? Hi, its
Charlotte!" Her voice was relaxed and warm. My mother must have made a
little joke since Charlotte gaily laughed. ``How's everything?" she
asked. She listened intently to my mom's reply, punctuated it every so
often with an ``un hunh" or ``really." After a few minutes she said,
``I put Lei on the plane this morning. She's very excited about going
and sends her love!"
She listened for a short while and then said,``he's fine. Its a
pleasure having him. No, no trouble at all. He's been very helpful
with making dinner and cleaning up. He's very anxious to speak to you.
Here let me put him on." Charlotte gave me the phone and said,
``everything's great there. Say hi to your mom."
I had never been so excited at hearing my mom's voice.
``Hi, mom!"
``Hi, Greg! I'm so glad to hear your getting along there!"
``Yeah," I said with feigned enthusiasm.
``I'm so proud of you helping out Charlotte with the house cleaning .
And you're learning to cook?"
``I've been helping Ethel make dinner. Mostly I make the salad."
``You'll have to show your father and me everything you've learned!"
``Uh, hunh."
``And you've been enjoying the summer program at NYU? How's your
professor and your research?"
``He's really great, and I love the work I'm doing. I've also met that
girl Linda down at a cafe. And she invited me to her apartment to meet
some of her friends. She's really nice!"
After a couple of minutes, my dad came on the line. ``How's my son!"
``Great dad!"
``Is that Charlotte driving you crazy!"
``You bet."
``I'm not a bit surprised. The secret of dealing with her is just
never forget to salute her!" It was clear my dad was making a joke. I
could hear my mom in the background admonishing him to not be cruel to
Charlotte.
``I've already been court-marshaled," I said.
I could hear my dad laughing uproariously, and then he repeated the
joke to my mom. ``You men!" she said and then to my dad, ``remind him
to keep on behaving himself."
``Your mom wants you to behave yourself."
``I've been a little gentleman."
``Thats my boy. We're having a great time. I've shown your mother
Carnaby street. She bought you a crazy rubber pot with a silly head on
it. You'll love it."
``Thank her for me. I miss you both a lot."
``We miss you too. Next summer we'll all go here together. You'll love
it!"
We talked a few more minutes, and then my mom got back on and said she
loved and missed me and really couldn't wait until the end of the
summer to see me again. I told her I loved her and then hung up.
Charlotte, who had gone into her bedroom while I was on the phone,
came back into the room. I started to get up and she glared at me and
told me to continue sitting. It suddenly occurred to me that Charlotte
had never asked my mom about my underwear, like she said she would.
``I'm really sorry Charlotte," I said again for what seemed the tenth
time. ``I'll use my allowances to buy a new bra and panty for your
niece!"
``Sit still until Ethel gets here."
She went back into her bedroom leaving me alone in the large living
room. I should have just blurted out the truth to my mom and dad. I
don't know what stopped me. Maybe it was because Charlotte had sounded
so warm on the phone. I could have just said, that Charlotte had hurt
me and had stolen my underwear. If she so much as even touched me now,
I'd definitely call back to London!
Ethel came back in the living room and sat down a few seats away from
me, and then Charlotte came back in. She was carrying a black patent
leather belt.
``What's the belt for?" I said in panic.
``Shut up," Charlotte said. She began pacing back and forth in front
of me.
I turned to Ethel and said, ``Ethel, what's she going to do with the
belt?"
Ethel looked at me gravely and said, ``Charlotte told you not to
speak, Greg. The least you can do under the circumstances is keep
quiet."
``But, Ethel!" I said pleadingly.
Charlotte said, ``you only may speak when spoken to. Now shut up, or
you'll certainly see the belt."
I slunk down on the sofa as far as I could and got my hands ready in
case I had to protect myself. Charlotte continued to pace. Her arms
were slightly clenched and the outlines of her biceps were noticeable.
First chance I get I'm going to begin working out lifting weights, I
thought. Stupidly, I keep thinking about doing it, but I never do it.
I bet there is a gym at NYU I can use.
Charlotte stopped in front of me. I raised my head a little, but was
afraid to look at her. My eyes took in her prominent breasts which
seemed to overwhelm the fabric of her pink blouse. I remembered back
to the cab ride when my head had been inches from her breasts and I
had been able to peek inside her blouse and see her slip and her
breasts just rising out of her bra. And then the magic of her thumb in
my mouth. I wished I could throw myself on her and put my face in her
breasts and then maybe she would forgive me. She must have some
maternal instinct, I thought. But she just hates men. She's a man
hater and there is nothing I can do about it. A closet man hater. My
mom and dad obviously had no idea.
Charlotte seemed to be gripping the belt with tremendous force.
``There have been some very nice and surprisingly good things about
your stay here," Charlotte started. ``You have quickly adapted to my
need for cleanliness and you have become proficient in keeping your
room pretty and in cleaning the rest of the apartment. And from
everything I hear from Ethel, you have been exemplary in the kitchen.
We both think you have the right instincts in these areas."
I wanted to tell her thank you but decided I had better not speak.
``On the other hand, you have been whiney and difficult about your
curfew and other things. In fact, on anything that you don't get your
way, you get impossibly cranky and have to be disciplined. My God,
your think of yourself as a young adult, but young adults don't
address their elders with such disregard for their position. I assure
you that when I offered to Lillian to take you in, I never dreamed for
a moment that you would be anything but entirely respectful!"
``Charlotte," I started to say.
``SHUT UP," Charlotte shouted and took a step toward me and raised the
belt.
I let out a small cry and covered my head with my hands and began
sobbing, ``don't hit me."
``SHUT UP," Charlotte shouted again, and I kept quiet.
My nose was running and I started to wipe it on the shoulder of my
shirt.
``Get him a tissue, Ethel. I've never seen such a thing."
Ethel got up and came back in a minute with some tissues which she put
into my hand. I blew my nose and wiped my eyes.
``If the outbursts are now over I'll continue," Charlotte said
scornfully. I nodded my head, and she said, ``good."
``As I was saying, I expected that you would be respectful. But it did
not turn out way. I've thought about it over night and I've decided on
a new strategy. Since I don't have the time to point out to you where
and when you need to be respectful, I will instead make sure that you
are respectful every minute of every day even without me saying
anything. She held the black belt up and moved it suggestively at me.
We have a long summer ahead of us and I am now completely confident
that you will be nothing but respectful." Charlotte swung the belt
hard so it hit her other hand, making a loud crackling sound. I jumped
slightly and kept my eyes glued to the belt. If she so much as hit me
I would call the police! ``Ethel is a witness, Greg. No more
discussion about your complaints. Now, I just go for my belt and end
the discussion right then and there. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head up and down.
``I want to hear it out loud."
``Yes, I understand," I said dejectedly and with a hint of malice.
``Say, `yes, ma'am' or `yes, Aunt Charlotte.' That is how a really
polite boy would address me."
``Yes, ma'am," I said, and I thought, `Aunt Charlotte?' where in the
world did she get that from, I'd be happy to call her `asshole
Charlotte."
``I know what your thinking Greg. Just remember what I said."
``Yes, ma'am." I'll just `yes, ma'am' her until I drive her crazy!
`Now I want you to summarize what you have learned."
``What?"
The black belt came flying toward me and hit the seat next to me.
I yelled out, ``what, ma'am! I'm sorry ma'am."
``Tell me what you now understand I said."
``You said, that you'll hit me with the belt if I argue with you or
whine about things you tell me."
``And why is that?"
``Because children are supposed to respect their elders?"
``Is that a question or a statement?"
``Because children are supposed to be polite."
``Good, Greg. I think I may have finally broken through your stubborn
teenage self-absorption, to the point where I hope you now better
understand the ground rules.
Have I?"
``Yes, ma'am."
``If I have to argue with you, I'll just get the black belt, which I'm
going to keep on a hook in the kitchen, and I'll pull down your pants
and thrash you."
``I'm sure that will never happen, Charlotte," Ethel broke in. ``Will
it honey?"
``Of course not, ma'am, I mean, Aunt Ethel. " I said, reeling with
shock at the meanness of Charlotte. What did she think, that we lived
in the middle ages?
``Your a quick learner, Greg." Charlotte said.
``Thank you, ma'am," I said, confused, as the implications of the
discussion began to sink in.
``Now I want to talk about my niece's bra and panty." I sensed a
change in Charlotte's voice. It got a bit huskier. Like she was
feeling some emotion. ``You had no business wearing her panties. If
you needed to feel pretty, I suppose that Ethel and I could have
bought you some pretty panties of your very own, though I would have
first had to ask Lillian for permission. As I said before, she is
worried about your dressing up in her bra."
``Charlotte!" I interrupted, and then, ``please Aunt Charlotte may I
speak?"
``No, not until I'm done."
``Sorry, ma'am."
``Thats much better, Greg. Now, what was I saying?"
Ethel broke in, ``you were mentioning how Lillian was worried about
his sneaking on her bra."
``Yes, thank you Ethel. I think a certain amount of this is normal.
Probably lots of little boys play with their mom's clothes. Why? I
guess its because when they were babies they wore pretty clothes, and
their mommy's clothes remind them of when they were babies. Certainly,
my nieces ruffly panties might appeal to your wish to be a baby
again, I don't know."
Charlotte paused, and Ethel leaned over towards me and said in a
soothing voice, ``do you want to be baby?"
I looked at Charlotte and said, ``may I speak?"
Charlotte looked at me and I said quickly, ``Aunt Charlotte. May I
speak, Aunt Charlotte?"
``Yes, Greg, whenever Ethel or I ask you a question you may speak."
``Ethel, I don't want to be a baby!"
``Aunt Ethel," Charlotte said sharply.
``I'm sorry, Aunt Charlotte." Flustered, I paused a minute and then
said, ``Aunt Ethel, I didn't wear my mom's bra to be a baby. Or, Aunt
Charlotte, your nieces panties. I thought they were a lot prettier
than the other panties you bought me. I was feeling scared that night,
with you ladies talking about killing men. I thought if I wore the
panties, you wouldn't kill me!"
``Kill you!" Charlotte said. ``Kill you? What kind of monsters do you
think we are?"
``Well I didn't really think..."
``I know I'm sometimes strict with you and from your point of view you
may think that I've hurt you, but believe me Greg, it will do you a
lot more good in the long run to learn how to be respectful to your
betters."
``I'm sorry, Aunt Charlotte."
``If you were afraid of us, instead of rushing to wear pretty panties
to find comfort and protection, you could have taken a more manly
approach. Well I suppose you would have to know something about being
a man.''
``What, Aunt Charlotte?" I said, hurtfully.
``Greg, you wear panties everyday now and Mudd jeans because you're
not worried about being manly. Its not an issue for you. You're
accepting of your gentler side, the side that takes comfort in
panties. Or your mom's bra. You saw it there on the hook in the
bathroom. It represented a great comfort for you. A way to not have to
be manly that day. If you could just wear girls clothes everyday, you
would find the comfort there that you're afraid to try and get as a
man."
I listened absolutely astonished at this speech. It seemed so
incredibly cruel that I started crying again and buried my face in the
sofa. I heard Ethel say, ``Charlotte, that was a bit mean. The boy is
just fifteen."
``I know what your saying Ethel, but we do have to face the facts in
front of us. Most boys would never have found a temptation in my
nieces panties. Not like Greg did, and just within a few days of
moving in here. Lord knows how many times he wears his mom's bras and
what other sneaky things he does at home. Lillian was very lucky to
catch on early and stop his chances."
``But what's so wrong Charlotte if he plays dress up?"
``What's wrong is that he ended up ruining my nieces favorite bra and
panty! All because he sneaks around in the dark being a baby or
finding comfort in his mommy's clothes, or whatever. God, I think that
Lillian would be so upset if she knew all this!"
Hearing that I sat up and with tears streaming down my face I said,
``you won't tell my mom about the panties and bra? Aunt Charlotte!
I'll buy new ones!"
``Enough, Greg. Your tears are getting to be a real irritation. You
cry as often as a little girl."
``Charlotte!"Ethel said.
``I'm sorry Greg. Ethel is right, I shouldn't be mean. Now I want you
to tell me everything you have done. I don't want any secrets."
``Everything about what, Aunt Charlotte?"
``About your playing dress up."
``I haven't done anything more, ma'am," I said.
Charlotte raced over to me and roughly turned me over. I saw her arm
go up in the air with the black belt and I tried to get my hand to
block my rear end. She was quicker and stronger than me and before I
could do anything I felt the crack of the belt on my butt. Luckily my
jeans softened the blow. ``Now what in God's name did we just get
through talking about?" Charlotte yelled. ``I'll hit you again with
your pants down if you so much as dare to lie to me again. And stop
your goddamn tears! Ethel get some more tissues. Get the whole box!"
``I'm sorry, Charlotte, Aunt Charlotte, ma'am, I won't lie any any
more!"
``Good, Greg. Now, lets blow your nose and get settled. Now you will
tell us about your dressing up.
After a few more minutes of sobbing and blowing my nose, I finally
composed myself enough to talk.
``Well, Aunt Charlotte, umm," Charlotte stared down at me making it
hard to concentrate. ``I guess I wore my mom's bra a bunch of times.
You see, I saw it in the bathroom like every few days, for a long
time. And then one time I sort of realized she left it there on a hook
after she had taken a bath. Then one day, I just felt like wearing it
a little."
I paused, not knowing what else to say. ``Wearing it a little? What do
you mean by that?," Charlotte said, ``what did you do while wearing
the bra?"
``I looked in the mirror at myself."
Charlotte raised the belt and took a step toward me, ``tell Ethel and
me exactly everything you did."
``But Aunt Charlotte!" I said, and before I knew it Charlotte roughly
grabbed my shoulder and swiveled me around on the sofa and pressed me
against it. She grabbed hard onto my jeans at the back above my bottom
and started to try and tug them down off me. ``CHARLOTTE, AUNT
CHARLOTTE!" I screamed. With the button holding the jeans from the
front she couldn't budge them. She yelled at Ethel, ``undo his
button."
``CHARLOTTE, I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AT MYSELF IN THE BRA!"
Ethel came over to me. ``PLEASE AUNT ETHEL, HELP ME!''
``I'm sorry Greg, but Aunt Charlotte is right. She can't very well
talk to you if you purposefully lie.''
With Charlotte pinning me down, Ethel undid my belt buckle and then
the to button of my jeans. Then Charlotte took a huge tug and the
jeans came down off my backside with a loud ripping sound as the
zipper tore.
``I MASTURBATED WHILE LOOKING AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR IN MY MOM'S BRA,
DON'T HIT ME, DON'T HIT ME!"
Charlotte let out a mighty swing of her belt and hit me on my panties.
``NO'!'' I screamed. Charlotte raised her arm as if to strike me again
and Ethel said, ``Charlotte, don't do that. I'm absolutely sure Greg
now understands.
``YES, AUNT CHARLOTTE!'' I agreed. Charlotte held back and let me go.
I put my hand to my backside and felt the sore spot. Surely a welt
would form, but the pain was not too severe. I supposed it had been
hard to get a clear shot as I had struggled. With my jeans around my
ankles, I sat on the sofa in my panties and blew my nose.
``Greg, do you see what I mean by not giving me your constant ``buts"
and arguments and all the other teenage insolence which I am not going
to tolerate?"
``Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said.
``Pull up your jeans,'' Charlotte said. I stood up and pulled them up.
``That's what happens when your insolent. You can change later to your
other pair.''
``Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry.''
``Sit down.''
Ethel came over and sat down next to me, and put her arm over my
shoulder. ``Are you OK, Greg, honey?''
``Yes, Aunt Ethel.''
``So as you were saying, you put on your mom's bra and watched
yourself masturbate in the mirror," Ethel said.
``Yes, ma'am, I know its disgusting. That was why I didn't want to say
anything.''
Charlotte cut me off and said, ``what did you see in the mirror?''
``I looked at the bra mostly. I liked to look at it.''
Charlotte kept staring at me and I continued, ``I liked the straps
over my shoulders and I would turn sideways and
look at the strap going around my back.''
``Is that all?''
``Do you mean all that I did in the mirror? Or about other things,
Aunt Charlotte?''
``No, continue now with your mom's bra. You like to look at yourself
wearing the bra.''
``I guess I really did like it. I couldn't imagine what it would be
like to need it. I'd sometimes stuff my socks in the cups
and then I liked pretending I had breasts.''
``Pretending you were a girl?'' Ethel said.
``Yes, I suppose I was pretending I was a girl.''
``So your wanting to feel pretty, or to see what it felt like to be
pretty was really because you want to pretend to be a girl who feels
pretty?''
``I guess so Aunt Charlotte.''
``Greg, why do you think you might want to be a girl?,'' Ethel said.
``Its only when I wear the bra, not other times,'' I said. ``Sometimes
I think about wanting to be a girl. Not every day. I think that maybe
I'm jealous of girls. In fact...'' I stopped short.
``Go ahead, Greg,'' Charlotte said.
``Well I don't know how to say this, but I guess I was always jealous
of your giving Lei a lot of pretty clothes.''
``How sweet,'' Ethel said, ``he really adores you, Charlotte.''
``What Aunt Ethel?'' I said perplexed.
``Greg, if you were jealous of Charlotte's attention to Lei, it could
only be because you wanted Charlotte's attention for yourself. Maybe
you've had a crush on her?''
This seemed crazy, but I noticed Charlotte softening a little toward
me and I said, ``Charlotte, I've always liked you.'' I felt my heart
tense a little. It was a strange feeling.
``Have you wanted to wear my bra?'' Charlotte said?
``I haven't thought about it, Aunt Charlotte, ma'am, but...''
``Go ahead, Greg, we're interested,'' Charlotte said.
``Do you remember the taxi ride when I was pushed against you?''
``Yes.''
``Well, I could see your bra through a gap in your blouse, and I
thought it was pretty. Thats the only time I've seen your bra, and,
so, I wouldn't have been thinking about it. Not like my mom's or
Lei's.''
``Lei's'' Charlotte said, ``I thought I told you to say everything!''
``I was going to Aunt Charlotte, I just didn't get a chance yet,'' my
voice was filled with alarm and I was expecting the belt to come at me
again.
``Its, OK, Greg,'' Ethel said, ``you're doing your best and you're
doing a very good job. Tell Charlotte about Lei's bra.''
``It was the day after we had gone shopping. The day I got my Mudd
jeans and my panties. I was home alone and I saw Lei's bras, and...''
``Wait a minute,'' Charlotte cut me off. ``How did you just see her
bras?''
``I sneaked into her bedroom and saw them there, and I thought they
were real pretty and I put one on. I had already been looking through
my mom's dresser drawer. She had so many bras and slips and girdles
and things I couldn't figure out and then I saw an envelope which I
was curious about and inside I found a bra and a picture of Lei
wearing it and it said that it was her first bra. Aunt Charlotte, I
don't know why but I felt sad that my mom had never gotten me a first
bra.''
``I should think she would never get you a bra!'' Charlotte said.
``You see Ethel, we've known just the tip of the iceberg with Greg's
dressing up.''
``But, Aunt Charlotte,'' I said tentatively, ``that's all that I did,
except I'm afraid I masturbated wearing Lei's bra and slip. But I'll
never ever do it again! I promise!''
Ethel cut in, ``Greg! Don't make promises you can't keep. Do you want
Charlotte to get the belt?''
``No Aunt Ethel, I'm sorry, I mean that I'll try as hard as I can not
to do that anymore!''
``Greg, go fetch my niece's bra and panty that are in the garbage
can,'' Charlotte said.
I was about to ask her why and then stopped myself. I got up and said,
``yes ma'am'' and went to my room, picked up the bra and panty and
carried them back to the living room, and sat down.
``I'm going to give these to you,'' Charlotte said, ``I know you love
the panties. The bra is your first bra. You haven't worn it, have
you?''
``Oh, no, Aunt Charlotte!'' I said, ``but I don't want to have your
niece's bra and panties. I mean I don't want to be a girl! Honestly,
Aunt Charlotte! I just want sometimes to pretend to be a girl and I
promise that I'll try and stop that!''
``Put on the bra, I want to see if it fits,'' Charlotte said.
I could feel my face flushing with blood and I tried to think of a way
to refuse.
``Aunt Charlotte?''
``Yes, Greg.''
``I don't mean to sound disrespectful or anything, but I don't think
that I should. Your niece might resent it or something. I already
ruined it, and she might feel hurt if it just became mine.''
Ethel got up and walked over next to me, ``Greg, you've been through a
lot today and Charlotte and I don't want that anything more should
happen to you.''
``I'm sorry Aunt Ethel. I'm not joking around, I mean it seriously,
Charlotte's niece could say I ruined her bra just so I could get it!''
``That's stupid, Greg,'' Ethel said.
``My niece wants you to have it,'' Charlotte said.
``OK, OK,'' I said a bit insolently, and then immediately said,
``thanks so much, I mean its kind of you to give me her bra, I
guess.''
``Try it on, Greg, Ethel and I want to see how it fits.''
I slowly pulled my tee shirt up over my head, and put it down on the
sofa next to me. With the ladies watching I organized the bra to put
it on. I don't know where it came from, but it suddenly crossed my
mind to ask a question of Charlotte. ``Aunt Charlotte,'' I said.
``What, Greg?'' Charlotte asked, as I arranged the bra behind my back
and pulled the two ends around my waist to clip together in front of
me. ``Look Ethel, he's had some experience.''
``Aunt Charlotte,'' I said as I moved the bra cups around to the front
and began putting my arms through the straps, `` what's your niece's
name?"
I sensed Ethel freezing in place and the room grew eerily quiet. I was
wearing the bra now and it felt a bit chilly in the air-conditioned
apartment with just a bra on. I glanced up at Charlotte's face and
then immediately away. I noticed that a tear had formed in each of her
eyes.
End of Chapter 9
Charlotte's Niece
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