Aunt Stella - Part 3
  BY: Hooked6    Hooked6@hotmail.com
  
  Copyright July 14, 2001 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved. No
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  Aunt Stella - Part 3
  By: Hooked6
  
  I apparently was more tired than I thought because I didn't
  even hear my nephews come to bed nor get up for that matter.
  I was awakened by the sound of someone calling me.
  
  I opened my eyes and saw Martha sitting on the edge of my
  bed, smiling. "About time you got up, sleepyhead," she said.
  
  As I regained my senses I realized that the only thing that
  separated Martha from my naked body was a thin light blue
  sheet. My heart started beating a bit faster and I was WIDE
  awake now. She rested her hand on my leg below my knee and
  said coyly, "Well, get up! You can't stay there all day!
  Everybody else has had their breakfast and is busy with
  daily chores."
  
  For those male readers in the audience I'm sure you remember
  what usually happens to most young boys first thing every
  morning. That's right. I had a boner. 
  
  "I'll be up shortly. Just give me a minute," I said
  politely. She waited patiently for a minute or two. I wanted
  her to leave so I could get out of bed and get dressed but
  she wasn't moving.
  
  Martha then lost that perky smile of hers and said sternly,
  "You've had enough time, now GET UP!" 
  
  I swallowed hard and felt my mouth dry up. "I can't." I
  said, "I didn't wear my shirt to bed and I'm not wearing
  anything at the moment."
  
  Martha laughed out loud! "Yeah, I remember. You had to run
  to bed without it didn't you. Poor Eddie!" She was still
  giggling when she continued. "That's unfortunate, but I want
  you to get up now. You can get your clothes later. I have
  your breakfast ready and I don't want it to get cold."
  
  "Can't I please get dressed first?" I pleaded. Martha just
  playfully shook her head and replied, "Listen, you aren't
  refusing to obey me are you? After last night I would have
  thought you learned a lesson. Now for the last and FINAL
  time, get out of that bed and come to breakfast. You can get
  dressed later and that's an order!"
  
  I was really afraid she would cause trouble for me and my
  butt was still sore from that whipping I had received the
  night before. It was against my better judgement but I
  slowly, and I mean SLOWLY, lowered the sheet down from my
  chest - trying to build up the courage to actually get up I
  guess. Martha surprised me by yanking the sheet off me
  throwing it clear down to my ankles.
  
  Seeing my aroused state she just giggled and said, "Doesn't
  that thing EVER go down?" She turned and started out of the
  room but stopped at the door waiting on me. When I caught up
  with her she stood beside me, put her arm around me and
  walked next to me- escorting me to the breakfast nook - as
  if I didn't know the way.
  
  When we arrived, the kitchen was empty. I had secretly hoped
  that my aunt would be there so I could get Martha in trouble
  but that was not to be. "Where's everybody?" I asked. Martha
  pushed me into a chair at the far end of the table next to
  the wall answered as she set a plate of bacon and eggs in
  front of me, "The boys are outside playing and Mom is in the
  garage getting stuff organized or something."
  
  She took a seat opposite me, put her elbows on the table and
  said, "Come on, eat." I forced myself to take a bite or two.
  I wasn't really hungry. I mean, would you be, sitting naked
  under a table across from a 16-year girl? Her smile was
  wicked and she kept playing with her hair. She was wearing a
  halter-type top and shorts. I tried not to stare - after all
  she WAS my niece. Having her look at me like that with that
  stupid smile defeated my best efforts to keep my penis
  small. I managed to finally win out though and was relieved
  when it returned to its normal size.   
  
  Finally she got up from the table and started clearing
  things away. I was finishing my milk when Aunt Stella came
  in from the garage. "Well, Good Morning, or should I say
  good afternoon? Sleep well?" 
  
  I answered a simple yes as my aunt put some things on the
  counter. She then looked at me and noticed for the first
  time that I wasn't wearing a shirt. "Eddie?" she asked, "How
  come you don't have a shirt on? Is your back sore from the
  sunburn still?"
  
  Oh, NOW it was MY turn to get Martha I trouble. I was
  thinking of exactly what to say, when to my surprise, my
  aunt turned and grabbed some other papers from the kitchen
  counter and headed out the door back to the garage. As she
  was leaving without giving me a chance to answer, she yelled
  at my niece, "Be a dear and put lots of sunscreen on Eddie.
  Looks like he might need it. I'll be in the garage if you
  need me." Then out the door she went.
  
  Martha smiled from ear to ear. "See?" she said playfully,
  "It's a good thing you DIDN'T wear anything to the table.
  You would have had to just take it all off again, huh? Well
  lets get started." She walked into the living room and
  beckoned me to follow her. I stood my ground. Martha put her
  hands on her hips and said, "Do you want me to call mom?"  I
  sat there silently until I saw Martha take in a deep breath
  like she was going to shout for her mother and that's when I
  quickly stood up.
  
  I meekly walked into the living room and stood facing the
  large plate glass window several feet away which was covered
  by heavy drapes. My niece started rubbing the sunscreen on
  my back in circular motions much to my chagrin. I sighed
  deeply repeatedly hoping to indicate to her my disgust at
  the whole situation. When my back was through, she started
  on my ankles and steadily worked up toward my thighs. I grew
  more frightened with every inch she moved closer to my butt.
  Suddenly she got up and announced. "It's too dark in here. I
  need more light." She then walked around front of me and
  opened the drapes to the large window. There I was naked in
  front of a window that faced the street! "That's better,"
  she said and started on my chest. When she reached my belly
  button she knelt down in front of me. She worked the lotion
  in on my lower legs getting higher and higher up my thighs.
  When she got almost to the top she stopped and put a large
  dab of goo in her hands and slid them - one on each side- up
  my thighs to my belly button, nearly brushing my balls as
  she did so. Then she ran her palms down again dangerously
  close to my penis. I felt it jumped once or twice as she
  teased me but fortunately it remained small. When that
  lotion was rubbed in she was about to put more in her hand
  to put who knows where when I heard the garage door open off
  the Breakfast nook. It must be Aunt Stella I thought!
  
  Martha quickly got up and was walking toward the kitchen
  when Aunt Stella rounded the corner. "Eddie?" she said a bit
  puzzled, "Not dressed yet?"
  
  Martha butted in and said, "He came to breakfast like that.
  You kept his night shirt last evening, remember?" My aunt
  looked down at the floor as if in thought and then said, "Oh
  yeah, that's right."
  
  Martha then went closer to her mom and handed her the bottle
  of sunscreen. "I didn't see any harm in him coming to eat
  that way . . . considering. That was OK wasn't it?" Martha
  asked.
  
  My aunt walked into the kitchen with the sunscreen and said,
  "Oh, that's all right. If Eddie wants to go without clothes
  in this hot house I don't see any harm - especially if his
  sunburn bothers him."
  
  Martha turned to me and gave me a sarcastic grin and then
  resumed talking with her mom, "Besides it made my job with
  the sunscreen easier as I didn't know exactly how high to
  put it given those ugly baggie swim trunks he wears."
  
  My aunt picked up my still damp trunks from the laundry room
  and held them up. "Yes, I see what you mean. We'll need to
  get him a suit that's more comfortable and suitable for his
  age. He'll need another suit as this material takes forever
  to dry. We'll get him one while we are out shopping. He can
  use it when we go to the beach again"
  
  With that they both left the house leaving me standing there
  naked and dumbfounded. What had just happened?? That wasn't
  they way she was supposed to react I thought. 
  
  As I started toward my room to get dressed, my aunt returned
  holding a pair of gym shorts. "Eddie, you are welcome to
  stay like that if your sunburn hurts as long as you need to,
  but right now I need you to at least put these on as we are
  going out for a few things." She held out the pair of white
  gym shorts with an elastic waistband. "I'm sure these will
  fit you. They should be more comfortable than those long
  pants you brought with you."
  
  I eagerly accepted the pants and quickly put them on. "Oh,"
  my aunt continued, "I almost forgot, here's a pair of flip-
  flops you can wear on your feet. They work really well here
  around the beach and all." They were like rubber sandals
  that protected the bottom of the feet with a rubber post
  that went between your big toe connecting to a strap on top
  of the foot. They were easy to slip on and off and were
  rather comfortable.
  
  My aunt called the boys in from play and we were off. I felt
  VERY uncomfortable going outside without a shirt dressed in
  just a pair of gym shorts. I was so eager to have something
  to wear I forgot all about putting on underwear. I began to
  feel better about it though seeing my nephews wearing only
  shorts too. We drove for about 20 minutes to a long strip-
  type shopping center. In the middle of the center was a
  large grocery chain store and there were long rows of shops
  on either side of the big grocery store. My aunt parked the
  car and we all got out. When we reached the sidewalk in
  front of the grocery store, my aunt stopped and began
  digging into her purse. She pulled out a shopping list and
  some money. She looked at her watch and said, "Oh dear, look
  at the time."
  
  She stood there pondering for a minute or two and then
  handed Martha the money and said to her, "listen I've a ton
  of stuff to get. Be a dear and take Eddie shopping for that
  new swimsuit - you know the type I want and maybe another
  pair of shorts if you have enough money? I'll keep your
  brothers with me. Do you mind?"
  
  Martha obediently replied. "Oh, sure. I can take him to
  Congo's at the end over there. They are bound to have what
  he needs." She was pointing to a store at the far end of the
  shopping center that looked like a beach and clothing store.
  
  My aunt disappeared into the grocery store leaving my niece
  and I outside. Martha looked at me, grabbed my hand like a
  little kid and walked me down the sidewalk. Well as
  uncomfortable as I was walking hand in hand like that I was
  relieved to see how casual people dressed. There were lots
  of men dressed in shorts and many had no shirts sitting in
  their cars.
  
  When we entered the store, a girl about Martha's age looked
  up from the counter and said, "Hi MARTHA! Gosh it's been
  ages." Whoever it was obviously knew my niece. "Kelli!"
  Martha squeaked. They talked awhile and it became apparent
  they were in the same class at school and this was a summer
  job for this girl named Kelli. I wondered around looking at
  all the beach stuff in the store. They had beach balls,
  snorkels, goggles and all sorts of things that a guy could
  have fun with. The store was pretty quiet which gave me time
  to look everything over without getting in someone's way. 
    
  Soon the girls came over to where I was. Martha said,
  "Kelli, this is Eddie. We need to get him a swimsuit. Got
  anything in style in his size?"
  
  Kelli put her hand to her chin and looked me over for a bit.
  "I think so. Let me pick a few things out. I'll meet you at
  the dressing room."
  
  My niece led me to the very back of the small store. There
  was a single dressing room that faced a hallway that ran
  along the side wall of the store. It had a curtain that hung
  from a rod above the stall that stopped about two feet off
  the floor. "Wait in here." My niece said as she opened the
  curtain and pointed inside the dressing room. She rejoined
  her friend and I saw them looking through racks of stuff.
  
  I waited and grew bored wondering what the hold up was.
  Finally my niece and Kelli returned with a florescent orange
  swimsuit. "Here try this on," Martha said as she handed the
  suit to me. I took it and held it up making a funny face. It
  looked ugly to me. "Now cut that out. It's really a nice
  suit." She said. I put down my arm and reached for the
  curtain to close it so I could try it on. Martha put her
  hand across the doorway and winked at Kelli. She got that
  wicked smile of hers that told me that she was up to
  something.
  
  "Oh for Pete's sake, just try the thing on." She said. I
  thought she meant over my gym shorts. Relieved, I took off
  my flip-flops and started to step into the suit.
  
  "YOU CAN'T TRY ON A SUIT LIKE Thaaaaat?" She said
  sarcastically. I looked up and saw Kelli smiling from ear to
  ear. I stood there not quite believing what I was hearing.
  That's when Kelli said, "You TRY ON the swimsuit like you
  WEAR the swimsuit. . .  you know, next to your skin." At
  that both girls starting giggling. 
  
  "I know you'll do as we ask or I'll tell mom." Martha said
  in a whisper just so I could hear. I still stood there
  frozen. I couldn't do that!
  
  Martha decided to help and put her hands into the waistband
  of my gym shorts and yanked them down and pulled them off my
  ankles. Kelli giggled a little as she saw my little almost
  hairless penis. I grabbed the orange suit and put it on. It
  was so big it must a have been extra large because it fell
  right to the floor after I let go of it. This caused the
  girls to laugh hysterically. "I guess we need a different
  size," Martha said as she picked up the suit from the floor.
  They left me standing in the dressing room, naked, with the
  curtain open, as they went to retrieve another item.
  
  The pair returned with another suit and stood in the doorway
  just looking at me. I was really embarrassed!! Another
  stranger was looking at me without clothes. "Well?" I
  finally asked. They produced a suit that looked pretty neat.
  It was black with a stripe on the side. I tried it on but it
  too was way to big!! Martha took the suit in hand, held it
  up and said, maybe you'll need to measure him to get the
  right size. Martha winked at Kelli, who then reached into
  her pocket and produced a tape measure. Placing around me
  she measured my waist near my belly button and looked at the
  numbers. My heart began to really race as I felt her hands
  touching me as they performed their task. "Hmmmm. . . "
  Kelli said. Then proceeded to move the tape measure even
  lower! I gasped as she placed it midway between my navel and
  my penis. Once again she read the numbers with a serious
  look and just said, "Hmmmmmmm" again as if she was puzzled
  by something. She then knelt down, lowered the tape measure
  to just above my penis, wrapping it around my butt and
  connecting it right in front where my wisps of pubic hair
  had started to grow. She held her hands there with her
  wrists barely brushing my penis as she struggled to read the
  numbers.
  
  "Can you read these?" she asked my niece who obligingly bent
  down to see if she could help. I could feel their hot breath
  against my pelvis and my penis twitched! OH NO!! I thought.
  Not now! 
  
  Martha struggled to see the numbers as my penis was now
  parallel to the floor. "NO, I can't quite make them out,"
  she said. "You're closer. I'm sure you can read them." She
  said with confidence. "Try again."
  
  Both girls looked at my semi-erect penis and smiled and
  Kelli put her face ever closer. Right before their eyes it
  grew, almost jerking each time it went higher until my
  pencil-like member was to the point it started touching
  Kelli's hands holding the measuring tape. "EEEEEEK!" she
  said with a hysterical laugh and jumped back. Both girls
  literally fell into each other's arms they were laughing so
  much. After staring at me with mocking interest, Kelli said
  "I think I have what you need." Both girls staggered down
  the hallway arm in arm to look supposedly for another suit.
  
  My legs were weak once again and I was so ashamed that I had
  pulled a boner and worse yet they actually watched it
  happen!!
  
  As I was torturing myself with my thoughts, ashamed of them
  seeing my little erect penis - something of which I was not
  very proud, I heard a door open to the left of the dressing
  room, from what I guess was a back room. A middle aged lady
  wearing a professional skirt and blouse walked out and did a
  double take as she saw me standing there naked and erect!  
  
  "OH!! Excuse me!" she said politely all the while looking me
  over. "Can I help you?"