Message-ID: <34275asstr$1009231805@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Return-Path: <vickietern@aol.com>
From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
X-Original-Message-ID: <20011224012130.25762.00002682@mb-fi.aol.com>
X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 24 Dec 2001 06:21:30 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte's Niece by Pamela chapter 16b TG
Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2001 17:10:05 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/34275>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw

All due warnings apply. 

Charlotte's Niece, Chapter 16 (B).   For the complete story thus far see
www.fictionmania.com under my name (Pamela).
******************************************



When we  got back to Charlotte's apartment building it was four in the 
afternoon.  Luckily, no one I knew was in the lobby.  If I was going to fix 
things up with Linda it would have to be another day, after I had time to 
formulate a plan. Ethel greeted us when we entered the apartment and asked 
what was in the packages. Charlotte prompted me to show her everything, so I 
took out my new bras and showed them off.  "And Aunt Charlotte bought me a 
new dress and one for her that matches mine," I said.

"You've got to model them for me," Ethel said enthusiastically.

"Come on, Vickie," Charlotte said, "let's have a fashion show."

I went to my bedroom and Charlotte went to hers.  I took off my skirt and 
blouse and took out the new dress from the plastic sheath covering it.  I 
stepped into the petticoat and pulled it up to my waist.   I put the dress 
on over my head  and aimed my arms through the arm holes and pulled it down 
around me. The full skirt cascaded over the white petticoat and I fluffed it 
  and tweezed it so it was perfectly covered.  I went back to the living 
room and turned my back to Ethel and she came over and zipped up the dress.  
"My lord its pretty!" she said.  Then Charlotte joined us in her matching 
dress and we stood together while Ethel went on and on about how beautiful 
we looked. "Charlotte! what a brilliant stroke. Now you and Vickie are truly 
aunt and niece.

I looked at Charlotte and she looked at me, and she took my hand in hers. 
"You know Ethel, I think she really is Vickie."

I felt myself getting choked up and the thought passed through my mind that 
Ethel had been right after all. It just had taken Charlotte a lot longer 
than we thought necessary to realize how nice it was that I could play the 
part of Vickie.   Ethel went and found a camera and came back and had us 
pose for some photos.  I stood next to Charlotte and she put her arm on my 
shoulder and I put my arm around her waist.  In the next shot Ethel had us 
looking at each other and I was excited to see Charlotte smiling.  Then 
Ethel had Charlotte sit on the sofa and she had me sit across her legs with 
my dress  around her. Ethel came over and arranged the petticoat so it was 
draped evenly over Charlotte's leg.  Charlotte had her arm resting on my 
back and I put my arm around her shoulders.  In the last photo Ethel moved 
me so Charlotte and I were cheek to cheek, and after the shutter clicked, I 
felt Charlotte take me in her arms and give me a hug.  She crushed me 
against her chest with such force that I felt the wind being pushed out of 
me.  "Oh, I love  you," Charlotte said.  With that I hugged her back as hard 
as I could and said, "I love you too, Aunt Charlotte. I'm so sorry I was 
mean to you and I promise I'll always be loving to you."

"And you'll always do what I say!" Charlotte said with a friendly 
questioning tone.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte!" I said.

I looked over at Ethel and she seemed to be fighting back tears. To me she 
said,  "you've had such a hard day and night,  go to your room and relax 
until dinner. I'll fix everything!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Take off your dress and petticoat and hang them up neatly and get 
under the covers and I'll wake you at dinner time!"

I got up from Charlotte's lap and did as she said.  I felt pretty, I was 
happy, this was going to turn out OK after all. Most of all I felt an 
inexpressible joy from having made Charlotte happy, and I was sure that I 
would do everything I could to make sure our relationship stayed as nice as 
it had become.


*****************************************

In my bedroom, I took off my dress and hung it up in the closet. I decided 
to keep my petticoat on, but did take off my pantyhose.  I also switched 
bras again, putting on the new padded bra which I had taken off to try on 
the dress.  Then I pulled down the cover of my bed and hopped onto it. The 
soft white petticoat bunched up around my thighs and spread out around me in 
large lumps.  It gave me a silky smooth and warm feeling and I lay back and 
arranged the petticoat around me smoothing it out.  When it was neatly 
arranged I  pulled the covers up over my chest.

The  doll which always was on the center of the bed was next to me and I 
picked it up and held it in front of me. The doll had beautiful golden 
blonde hair, blue eyes and pretty feminine features. Her lips were pursed  
as if she had just kissed somebody. They were bright red. I starred at the 
doll's face and found a point where the doll was looking deep into my eyes.  
"I don't know if you are alive or not, but I am going to pretend that you 
are," I whispered.  "I'm going to pretend that your name is Lisa."

The doll had on a dress and crinoline very much like the ones that Charlotte 
had bought me, though the dress was pink. I peeked inside the dress and saw 
that she was wearing stockings and underneath them was pink panties.  I was 
able to look down the front of the dress and the doll was wearing a bra.  I 
hugged Lisa, then looked at her again.

"Maybe I'm a lot like Aunt Charlotte. You're my pretend niece, like I'm her 
pretend niece.  I'm going to tell you all my secrets and give you lots of 
love." Lisa looked at me quietly.  "I know what you're thinking. I'm just 
Greg pretending to be Vickie, but I'm not really Greg. In that you're wrong. 
Greg would never be wearing such a pretty petticoat and he doesn't have any 
bras. He wants to be a mathematician, and I want to be pretty for Aunt 
Charlotte!"   I felt a sudden pang of anxiety, which I struggled to drive 
away by thinking about the feel of nylon against my thighs.  "There is 
nothing wrong with being Vickie. What's the harm? I get to be pretty and 
make Aunt Charlotte happy.  Why shouldn't I? She helped me find the Vickie 
which was always inside myself!"  The anxiety still seemed to be floating 
around. I looked down at my bra. "Lisa, tell Greg to go away! He's bothering 
me!"  What was this all about, I wondered? Talking to myself?  I imagined 
Lisa saying, "what Greg? I don't see any Greg. There is just Vickie now, so 
why worry about Greg?"

I played and talked with Lisa for a short while and then dozed off.  I awoke 
to Ethel calling me to dinner. I put away my petticoat and got dressed again 
in my skirt and blouse and went out to the dining room. It was a pleasant, 
delicious dinner, and I enjoyed it even more since I did not have to 
constantly jump up and down to wait on everyone.  Charlotte did not seem to 
mind at all that Ethel insisted I keep my seat.

During dinner Charlotte said that she and Ethel were going out that night to 
the opera, and that I would have to put myself to bed. I was more than a 
little surprised that Charlotte would be willing to leave me alone at night 
in her apartment. My concern must have shown on my face, since Charlotte 
said,  "do we need to call a sitter to come be  with you? It can be 
arranged."

The thought of having a baby sitter at my age was embarrassing.  "I should 
be OK, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"Remember that you needed Aunt Ethel to babysit you last night, and you 
asked her to do the same tonight," Charlotte said.

I had not viewed  Ethel as being  my babysitter. I had been scared because 
of the horrible night I had had, which had included the terrible beating 
Charlotte had given me.  Moreover, despite how nice  Charlotte had been to 
me today, she could probably find a pretext to beat me again anytime she 
wanted to. I certainly would not sneak into her room tonight. I should not 
be even thinking such thoughts.  "I'll be OK, Aunt Charlotte," I said. 
finally.

"Don't worry, dear," Ethel said,  "I'll slip into bed with you tonight as 
soon as I get back. OK?"

"Super, Aunt Ethel!,"  I said.

"You will not stay up too late, will you?" Charlotte said.

`No, Aunt Charlotte."

"And tomorrow I'm going to call Ms. Pauley from work and see about getting 
you a job."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

Later, they left for the opera and I stayed up watching TV. I tried reading 
some of my mathematics, but I could not concentrate.  I stood outside 
Charlotte's bedroom door feeling an impulse to sneak into it to look around. 
I fought the desire with all my might. I focused on what would happen to my 
behind if she caught me, and she would surely throw me out on the street for 
good. She probably had set a trap for me. I walked away from the door and 
did come near it again.  At ten O'clock on the dot I slipped into my 
nightie, washed up and went to bed. I left a few lights on in the apartment. 
It was a bit scary to be there alone, but the building was safe and in a few 
short hours, Ethel would be sleeping next to me again. I hoped I'd wake up 
when she entered my bed, since I was going to give her a big kiss when she 
did.




***************************



I am in heaven or anyway I guess it must be heaven. Bright lights, soaring 
rainbows and sparkling vapor wafting over and around me.  I feel a pleasure 
far greater than any I have ever known. I am happy beyond happiness.  I am 
then thinking of my penis and I suddenly make the connection that the 
pleasure is radiating out from there. A hot vortex of pleasure swirls 
between my legs.  Where could the pleasure come from? There is something 
else: I am being forced down as if under a great weight.  I realize there is 
something heavy holding my legs down, and  holding down my upper arms which 
are pinned to my sides.  My head is being held as in a hot, soft, vise.   My 
eyes open and I cannot see anything. It has been a dream. But the pleasure 
and the weight are still there.  It is pitch black. Suddenly the pleasure 
from my penis increases. My member is being very gently stroked. The 
intensity of pleasure takes my breath away.  I feel my penis jolt erect in 
response to the caress.  Whatever is touching it is very gentle. Just a 
slight, slow touch up the pleasure side. It begins at the base and moves up 
slowly.

I am fully awake now. The heaven had been in my dream.  I attempt to move, 
but ecstasythe weight holding me down is too powerful. Am I still in my bed, 
I wonder. "Who is it?" I try to say, but my voice is muffled by something 
pushed up against my face.  It is close and dark and hot and it is silky, 
slightly perfumed and heavy. It moves slowly over my face pushing into my 
mouth and nose. I realize it is a woman's crotch. "Charlotte!" I attempt to 
say and the pantied crotch is shoved harder on me smothering the sound.

I attempt to move my arms and legs, and the weights holding them increase to 
compensate.  I try sitting up and squirming to no avail. There is the full 
weight of two persons, one on my legs and the other pinning my arms and 
head.  They   are pushing  down fiercely and stopping me from movement. The 
silky panty slides up and back on my face. I hear a slight moan above me.   
Is it Charlotte and Ethel I wonder? I feel panicky. What's going on?

The hand is touching my penis again. It rests lightly at the base and then 
ever so slightly moves up toward the crown. A finger is careful to gently 
trace the underside of my penis and the pleasure is extraordinary. The 
pleasure builds steadily as the finger rises toward the sensitive area at 
the top.  My penis hardens and reaches in response. I am shaking in 
anticipation of the finger hitting the top.  My back is flexing 
uncontrollably, I feel the finger coming closer and closer to the top and it 
slows slightly prolonging the anticipation. I  convulse awaiting the coming  
and then the finger finally hits the pleasure center  and fires go off in my 
mind. Lights swirl around. The pleasure is boundless. The finger stops at 
this exact spot and idles there gently moving in the tiniest of circles.  My 
back is spasming again and again. My penis is jumping and straining. The 
pleasure throbs throughout my organ and down through my balls into my 
thighs.  I have no idea that such pleasure is possible.

The panties are pushing slowly and rhythmically up and back on my face.  The 
pressure is hard but not painful and I am sucking in breath at every chance. 
  The panties feel wet and there is a slippery liquid cloying on my face.  
It has a woman's odor mingled with that of perfume. My head must be 
underneath the woman's skirt. Though muffled, I can clearly hear her 
moaning. I can't identify the voice.

The hand is taken off my penis.  Then something wet and hot is at the end of 
my penis sucking at the top. What must be a tongue laps at the tip. I cannot 
believe the pleasure and despite the forceful push of the panty over my face 
I manage to moan, "God, holy God."  The unseen mouth captures the tip of my 
penis again and I silently scream, "GOD, GOD, MY GOD, OH MY GOD."

The mouth pulls away and I feel two hands now. One is colder than the other. 
The hot one is back at my penis. The other is resting on my thigh and gently 
slides around toward my balls. It is cupping them, while the other hand 
begins its slow rise up my penis.  There is a burst of red haze in my mind 
as the pleasure hits.  My body wants to twitch but is constrained.  The 
finger is reaching toward the spot. The anticipation rises up inside me. The 
hand on my balls pushes into my crotch with the fingers just touching the 
outside of my anus.  The panties push harder and deeper into my face, I am 
trying to scream, I hear the woman above me loudly moaning. Suddenly the 
finger hits the spot near the top of my penis and the pleasure cascades 
through me in fiery spasms. I am so close to coming, I am about to come, and 
then the finger is removed, and my penis twitches as if about to come, but 
retreats from the brink. After a few seconds my penidesperates is touched 
again  and it jerks up in expectation, and the finger is again removed.  
Back again and then away again. The time between touching  varies and the 
teasing  is making me insane.  I am being driven mad.

The pressure on my face fades and the person holding my arms shifts their 
weight so they are sitting on my chest. There is a great fumbling going on 
and I realize that the woman is taking off her panties.  I try and say "who 
are you? Don't hurt me," but before it is out,  her vagina is shoved onto my 
mouth. It is wet, musky and very hot, and it immediately sinks into a 
gentle, rhythmic sliding up and back across my face. The pressure is 
deliberate and sometimes shifts a bit from side to side.  The woman is 
excited, her hips are alternately stiffening and melting. I could just bite 
her and she'd jump off me, I think. But if it is Charlotte, she'll beat me 
to an inch of my life. But what right does she have to rape me?"

A mouth is back on my penis. This time it is sucking it up and down at a 
steady frequency. A free hand touches my balls lightly, and then holds them 
firmly.   I am once again being brought up to the point of coming. I am 
worried about getting enough oxygen, and I'm feeling faint. With each stroke 
of pleasure on my penis, there is an electrical discharge across my brain.  
Its like stars floating around inside my head blinding my internal vision. 
The vagina on my face begins shuddering in a climax, there is what sounds 
like a scream. Is it Charlotte I wonder. I can't tell for sure. There is a 
furious sucking on the tip of my penis while the finger starts sliding up it 
slowly and I have lost all control of my reactions. I am helpless.  The  
pleasure rises with the finger until it lands on the spot. I feel my penis 
exploding in orgasm, while the crotch on my face gets suddenly rigid 
impaling the vagina on my mouth and nose. I am  desperate to breathe and the 
stars in my brain flare as in a super nova and suddenly are extinguished as 
all goes black.


***********************************

I don't know when in the night it is, but I wake up and realize that Ethel 
is soundly sleeping next to me. There is a gentle rise and fall of her 
bosom.  I do not know whether I want to snuggle against her or not.




End of Chapter 16

(c) 2001 by Pamela, all rights reserved

VickieTern@AOL.COM

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+