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Below is Pamela's Charlotte's Niece, Chapter 4a (4b posted alongside), just
received by me today and posted as received. I am not the author. Please
address all commentary to the author, Pamela, at pamelapamela@hotmail.com The
earlier chapters are archived on www.Fictionmania.com
-VT
Those who are too young to read this shouldn't read this!
Charlotte's Niece by Pamela (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)
Chapter 4
The next day my mom and Lei left around noon to attend a baby shower being
given for one of my mom's friends. I would have the better part of the
afternoon to myself. All morning I had been anxiously awaiting their
departure.
Peeking out my bedroom window with a view of the parking lot below, I saw
my mom pulling the car out of our assigned spot, and heading off down the
road. All was clear. With heart thumping I entered my mom's bedroom. The
dresser was against the left wall, and a large four-poster bed was to the
right. I glanced around the room. The bed was neatly made and the top of the
dresser contained several perfume bottles and framed pictures in perfect
order. On the night stand next to my mom's side of the bed was the issue of
Cosmo Charlotte had given her, with a cloth book mark hanging out of it.
Taking care to note its position on the table, I opened the magazine to
where the book mark was, and, sure enough, it was on the page with Dr.
Mary's advice column.
The discovery made me ill. I put back the magazine and went back to the
living room to sit down and think. I wasn't there for more than a minute,
when I went back to the bedroom, got the Cosmo, and sat down on the floor to
look at it. With the magazine in my lap, I stared at the woman on the
cover. Her arms were thin and her breasts large. The bra running around her
side caused a faint dimpling of her skin. She had a haughty expression on
her face; I imagined the man she would date; curling his hands over her
breasts; burying his face in them. I wondered if she'd keep the same haughty
look while he felt her up.
Carefully opening the magazine so as not to crease the pages, I looked for
the "killer bra" section. It was not hard to find: ten pages of slender,
large breasted women in lacy bras in a medley of pastel shades. The women
posed seductively leaning against walls, sitting on beds, riding bicycles.
Some were wearing matching panties, others were wearing corduroy pants or
jeans. The last picture was of the same model as on the cover, wearing a
different bra.
I got up and knelt on the floor in front of my mom and dad's dresser. I knew
the left side was hers and that the top small drawers held jewelry and make
up. Resting on my knees, I opened the second drawer down. I was greeted by
a strong scent of perfume. A neat stack of bras was on the right side and
panties on the left. Toward the back, and underneath the panties was
something made of black lace which was scratchy to the touch. It was folded
in half. Gently lifting up the panty pile to get a better look at it, I saw
that garters were attached to it. I wondered what it could be.
The bras and panties toward the top of the piles were white. Near the
bottom of the panties I saw a bright pink panty and some beige and blue
ones. Halfway down the stack of bras was a black and two beige bras. The
piles were so neat I was sure to mess them up if I tried to slip something
out. I hesitated, debating what to do. I wanted to wear one of the bras.
Perhaps one near the bottom of the pile would be OK. I started to lift up
the pile, but then thought better of it. I closed the drawer and opened the
one just below it.
This was filled with slips and nighties neatly arranged. My mom had many
more slips then I had ever imagined. I guess she didn't wear them too
frequently since I had never seen them in my bathroom hamper or anywhere
else. The nighties looked ordinary, except the bottommost one. It was a
delicate pink, with lace that spread out from beneath the pile. I noticed
underneath the slips a large manilla envelope, with the word "Lei" pencilled
on a corner. Curious, I slid it out of the drawer without disturbing
anything. It was only fastened by a clip, which I opened and looked in.
There was a white bra and next to it a black and white photograph. I took
out the photo and saw an image of Lei. She looked to be about 12 years old.
She was wearing only jeans and a white, lacy bra, and was smiling and even
laughing. She seemed to be in the backyard of a house. In fact, it was a
summer cottage where my family had spent some vacations. On the back of the
photo, in my mom's handwriting was written, "Lei in her first bra. When
taking the shot, her dad was singing: 'this could be the start of something
big...' If she's like me, it certainly will be!"
I stared hard at the photo for a long time taking in its every detail. I
couldn't imagine where I was when the picture was taken; perhaps playing
with some of the local kids like I used to do. It was a nice bra. Thin
straps clung to Lei's thin body. The lacy cups seemed to hold onto her
budding breasts. She looked sexy and proud. I reached in the envelope and
took out the bra. It was the same one as in the photo, a bit worn but still
in good shape. The cups were lined with a light, foamy padding. So this is
what a padded bra looks like, I thought. I took off my shirt and put on the
bra, stood up and looked in the mirror over the dresser. I could feel the
cups gently holding my breasts. It was indeed a nice bra. It had a very
different look than my mom's bras.
I ran to Lei's room and into her bathroom to her hamper hoping to find other
things I could wear. To my disappointment, the hamper was almost empty.
However, on the very bottom next to a towel I saw a pair of rolled up
panties. They weren't completely clean, but I put them on anyway.
I stood up and looked at myself in a long mirror behind her door, as I
imagined Lei had done that first day in her new bra. My mom probably would
have initiated the idea of the photo; she was the nostalgic one in the
family. An odd idea, particularly to have my dad as the photographer. I
couldn't imagine wearing a bra in front of him. Lei would surely have
protested.
I decided to check out her dresser and opened up the second drawer from the
top. It contained bras and panties, jumbled up the way I would have
predicted, knowing how Lei kept her room. The next drawer down had nighties
and on the very bottom a slip neatly folded. Lei never probably ever wore
it, and I took it out and, trying to memorize how it was folded, opened it
up slowly and then stepped into it. It was white with small, faint pink
hearts. I went back to my mom's bedroom and opened the Cosmo to the killer
bra section and sat on the floor reading the descriptions that went with the
pictures.
Taking the magazine, I got up and went to my bathroom, put the Cosmo on the
counter and looked at myself in the mirror. I loved Lei's padded bra. Her
breasts would certainly never fit into it any more. The lace on the front
was pretty. It fit me well. From the side you'd never know I didn't have
breasts. I ran skipping in my little outfit back to my mom's room, got the
photo of Lei and went back to the bathroom. I tried to exactly imitate Lei's
pose in the picture. My hands clasped happily in front of me, my torso
slightly twisted, my head tilted back an inch or two with a gleeful look.
It wasn't yet right since Lei was wearing jeans. I took off the slip, ran
to my room and put on my Mudd's and went back to the bathroom and once again
assumed Lei's pose. It seemed like I looked the same as Lei, down to every
detail except she was prettier, and her hair was longer. I wondered how she
knew it was time to begin wearing a bra. I imagined the conversation:
"Mom, Anne and some other girls started wearing bras and I need to also!"
"Are you sure? Let me take a look." Mom would stop everything to take a
fresh look at Lei. How big would her breasts have to be for mom to agree
with her?
"I think you're right Lei, I hadn't noticed but your breasts are developing.
>From the side I can see a tell tale bulge. And your nipples are visible
through your blouse. Do you feel your breasts sway when you walk?"
"Yes mom, and when I run they bounce!"
"Who else besides Anne has started wearing bras?"
"Claudia and Jane!"
"Not too many. Then you'll be one of the first!"
"So must have you mom!"
"I suppose you're right. They started early and didn't stop until they were
too big!"
"I hope my breasts become as big as yours!"
"They probably will. Grandma had the same breasts and so did her mom, from
everything I hear."
"When can I get my bra?"
"We're leaving for the cottage the day after tomorrow. There's no time to
take you shopping here. How about I take you to the outlet mall near the
cottage?"
Looking dejected, Lei would say, "OK, I guess I'll have to wait! But I can't
wait to pick out one, and one with padding!"
"Why does every girl nowadays always want padding! You'll have more than
enough in no time!"
"I just want to have a shape!"
I looked down at the bra. Lei must have seen it on the rack and decided it
was one she liked. She must have been anxious to show it to her friends. I
wondered if she wore it home from the store and if the straps bothered her.
I imagined my dad and mom out in the backyard, my dad telling jokes and Lei
proud of her new womanly shape. Now look at her today, she could fill up the
cups of her first bra ten times over. I spent a long time gazing at myself
in the bra. If I were to have a first bra, this would be a pretty good
choice. It was definitely pretty enough, but it also seemed kind of grown
up. It was a real bra, no question about it; not just a play acting bra like
eight year old girls might wear.
For the life of me I couldn't recall the time when I first realized that Lei
had started wearing bras. I suppose if I thought about it at all, I would
have thought that she had always worn them. I do, however, remember when I
started seeing that the girls in my class at school began wearing them.
Especially Penny, pretty Penny. Two years ago I saw her bra through the arm
hole of her blouse as she was going up the stairs at school. Her bra had
been a pale shade of blue and covered with a very fine lace. She had seemed
kind of flat. I wondered if that had been Penny's first bra.
I went back to Lei's bedroom and saw the new bras lying on her dresser with
the tags still on them. I took off her "first" bra and put on the prettiest
of the new ones. There was no padding and there was underwire and the lace
of the cups bunched in against my flat chest showing nothing. I reached in
Lei's panty drawer and took out four panties and stuffed two each in the
cups, taking care that they were completely in. I minced back to the
bathroom and was amazed at the difference in the mirror. My chest felt
enormous now, and I felt womanly.
I took off the jeans and put the slip back on, and after carefully bunching
it up and holding it in my left hand, I took out my penis through the right
leg hole of the panties, wet my hand from the faucet and touched the soap
bar. I started stroking my penis. The pleasure was intense, from the side
the stuffed bra gave the illusion I had large breasts, I liked the feel of
the bra pressing gently on the sides of my chest. I came, letting out a
yelp of pleasure, followed almost immediately by disgust. I took off the
slip, panties and bra, leaving them on the floor, shut the lid of the toilet
and sat down on it.
Suddenly panic stricken that maybe Lei and my Mom would unexpectedly come
home, I raced as fast as I could to put everything back as I had found it:
Lei's new bras to the dresser top, clean panties in the second drawer, dirty
panties in the hamper and the slip folded up neatly and back under the
nighties. Her first bra and the photo I put back in their envelope and very
carefully fit them back into my mom's slip drawer.
The last detail was the Cosmo, which I no longer remembered how I had found.
After trying out several positions, I took one which seemed most familiar
and went back to my bedroom. The whole episode had not taken very long, my
mom and Lei would not be back for hours. I thought of going back and
putting on Lei's first bra again, then a pang of disgust and then I opened
up a book to read. Then I remembered that soon I'd be wearing white panties
everyday. That definitely would be weird. I got back to the book.
After an hour I jumped up to double check both bedrooms to make sure I
hadn't left anything out.
***************************
That night I had a dream in which I think I was wearing a white bra just
like Lei's first bra. It was summer, I was in a house somewhere, an old
wooden house, much larger than our summer cottage. There was an upstairs. I
was upstairs in my mom's bedroom and I was wearing the bra and some white
lace panties. Lei was suddenly in the room or hallway and I knew she saw
me, but she wasn't saying anything. I felt a little embarrassed, but then
got over it. I knew I was supposed to go downstairs to be photographed. Dad
was photographing everybody. I started slowly down the stairs, getting more
and more nervous about anyone seeing me in the bra. I heard my dad calling
me. Suddenly the downstairs was crowded with people, I started moving
through them, friends of my mom and dad and complete strangers, and I was
not quite sure that they were noticing me or not, though the feeling of
embarrassment was persistent. In the dream, my rational mind tried to make
sense of the situation: "they are either noticing and don't care, or I am
invisible." Then I have a flash of insight in which I realize that they
aren't noticing the bra because I am supposed to be wearing a bra and
panties. The realization makes me happy. I can't seem to find the way
outdoors, and the guests are nervously waiting for me to get to my dad since
he keeps calling for me. I am moving more frantically through the guests
looking for the doorway which I can't seem to find. Everyone is now looking
at me, particularly at my bra, and I see many amused expressions and shaking
of heads. I want to take off the bra and panties, but there is nowhere
private to go and I know that I can't show off my penis. On top of that I
have a terrible urge to pee, and I can't find a bathroom anywhere. I'm
thinking of turning my back to everyone and using a corner of the room, when
I wake up.
When I awake again the next morning I have forgotten the dream, but it
suddenly comes back in a flash. As vivid as it had been the night before.
*******************************
The day before I was to go to Charlotte's my mom came into my room and sat
down on the bed. This was not at all typical, and I nervously awaited what
she had to say.
"Greg, honey, I thought we should talk before I go away."
"What about mom?"
"What do you think? You'll be away from home for the longest you've ever
been; I want to make sure that you're going to be OK."
"I'll be fine."
"I know you will, but I just want to make double sure that you're OK with
the arrangements."
"Well I am a little concerned about staying with Charlotte!"
"Because of the other day?"
"Yeah, well I thought that she was sort of being kind of demanding, or
commanding. You know like in the restaurant. I didn't have any time to pick
from the menu and she was ordering for me!"
"Greg, she was only trying to help you out with the difficult menu. It was a
little too advanced for your French!"
"Well it seemed she could have given me more time to figure things out."
"Greg, I know Charlotte very very well; she has become a dear friend to me,
particularly during this long absence of your dad. Just see how generous it
is of her to watch you kids so I can be with your dad for a couple of
months! Isn't that nice of her!"
"I guess so."
"I know so, and you will also benefit; you'll be right next to NYU and can
devote more of your time to your studies."
"I know, I know. I'll be OK!" My mom gave me a look and I added, "and I'll
be real nice to Charlotte."
"Thats great! I want you to do everything she asks of you: help clean the
apartment, help with dinner, with setting the table. Whatever! OK?"
"Yes mom, you don't have to tell me that!"
"Good. I know you are quite a young gentleman. Your dad and I are very
proud of you!"
It looked like the conversation was about over, when she added, "oh, I
almost forget, there's one other thing. Last night I spoke to your dad and
described our day with Charlotte. He thought the scene of you trying on the
panties was pretty funny, and he's sorry he missed it. Anyway, he thinks
that Charlotte is getting a bit too ahead of herself on that one - I mean he
had no problem with the jeans since lots of kids in London are into the
unisex look - but he thought that wearing panties could be easily
misinterpreted. I agree with your dad, but I know Charlotte pretty well and
I think she'll buy you the panties no matter what. So I think your father
and I feel that you should politely accept them, you know, thank her, but
then keep them in your drawer and not wear them. OK?"
"What if she forces me to wear them?"
"Greg! What a thought! How could you think that Charlotte would ever do a
thing like that!"
"I'm sorry, but it seemed like she really cares about having me wear the
panties."
"Yes, she cares, but not in the way you think! Look, Greg, I hope you don't
give Charlotte any trouble! She's a very considerate and kind friend to all
of us, and it is just completely wonderful of her to watch you and Lei! So
lets be totally appreciative? OK?"
"Yes, mom!" I said with some irritation. I could easily imagine her
snooping around to see if I was wearing the panties or not. "It'll be great
mom. Just go ahead and have a nice time in London, I'm sure the summer will
work out. I really do like the fact I won't have to commute." I was also
thinking about Linda who lived in the same building, except she had said
that she had a boy friend, Joe, or something like that. Maybe they had
broken up and there would be a chance for me to date her.
That night I tried to make sense of what my mom had said about my dad: "he
thought the scene of you trying on the panties was pretty funny, and he's
sorry he missed it." Like I would ever be caught wearing panties in front
of my dad!
*********************************
(continued, 4b)
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