Fooling My Uncle's Poker Club

by Corn53

My Uncle and I played a trick on his friends. You need to know some things about my uncle. He didn't exactly have a job, as my mother always told her friends Instead, he did lots of different things. A few years ago he bought a couple of pizza franchise outlets, and mom said that made him respectable. But that's not the reason he's my favorite uncle.

He always said I was cute and that I was his favorite niece and used to buy me the coolest stuff. He had a knack for knowing what kids my age liked -not like most other grown-ups. Mom said it was because he never had kids of his own and I was the oldest niece. He still liked to hold me on his lap even after the other grown ups said I was too big.

Uncle Victor had never been married, but he always had a pretty girlfriend. Some of his girlfriends seemed to make my mom nervous when we had family get togethers. I wanted to be like them, with their sexy clothes and stuff.

Mom and her boyfriend had to go out of town last weekend and they said I couldn't stay by myself. "But I'm thirteen!" I protested. "I'm big enough to stay home alone for a couple days. Maybe one of my friends could come over."

By Wednesday, Mom was getting desperate because nothing seemed to be working out. I was glad and hoped she would relent and let me stay home by myself.

Almost as a last resort she called her brother. I tried to listen in and ask questions while she talked to him on the phone, but she just gave me the 'shut up' signal, pretending to 'zip' her lips..

She hung up and said, "OK. It's settled. You can stay with Uncle Victor this weekend. His friend Tammy is staying with him these days. Now, Tammy, just because you have the same name as his girlfriend, don't try to act like her or pick up any of her bad habits."

"What do you mean, Mom. I thought she was pretty cool."

"That's what I'm worried about. I mean don't start smoking or drinking, wearing so much make up and so forth."

I decided to let it drop, since there was no point in arguing with Mom about things like that. And, I was looking forward to staying at Uncle Victor's house. It was big and lots fancier than ours. He had a big screen TV and a pool table - things like that.

Mom let me pack my own things and I put my short dress in my bag in case we got to go out to some fancy place. And, since Uncle Victor always whispered in my ear that I had sexy legs, I wanted to let him see them.

I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt Friday night when Mom dropped me off. Tammy was wearing a real short skirt and a blouse I could see through. You could see her slip and bra right through her blouse. She had fancy, black hose on with thin stripes. Her shoes made her about six inches taller than me, but I knew she would only be a couple inches taller if she didn't have on such high heels. I was pretty tall for my age, and one of the five tallest girls in the seventh grade.

Tammy also had big boobs. I was jealous. My training bra was just for decoration since my own boobs didn't even stick out two inches yet, and needed no support. I had just started shaving my legs last summer. I didn't really need to. Fortunately, I was starting to get some hair on my pussy - like a little shadow above my crack with fine, blond hair.

And another difference: Tammy had red hair - lots of it. I had short, brownish-blond hair, cut almost as short as a boys. It was better for swim practice in the summer, but made it hard for me to dress up like a 'lady.'

Tammy gave me a big hug, crushing me against her ample bosom, and kissed me on the cheek. I could tell she had been drinking. She had a lit cigarette in her right hand.

In a way I was glad mom just dropped me off and drove away when the door opened. I knew she didn't apporve of Uncle Victor's Tammy. She didn't want 'her Tammy' to be around a 'bad influence.' Mom had been giving her comic advice about 'maintaining my virtue' while growing up, without really saying what she meant. I knew what she was talking about from health class and from what me and my girlfriends talked about all the time - BOYS. SEX, DICKS, etc.

Sometimes I would tease Mom and ask her what she meant. It was funny to see her get flustered and hem-haw around. She had explained lots of times that some boys never did grow up and I should avoid them. I should especially avoid them if they ever 'tried anything.'

"Anything like what, Mom?" and I watched her blush.

Maybe that's one of the things I liked about Uncle Victor. He laughed alot and played like a grown up little boy. "A forty year old Peter Pan." Mom said once.

Uncle Victor met us in the foyer with a drink his hand. "Two Tammys! Boy am I in trouble! Stereo!" and he laughed as he sat his drink down. "I can't decide who's prettier." as he held each of us by a shoulder.

With a twinkle in his eye, he kissed Tammy with a hug and said, "Is it 'Big Tammy' or 'Little Tammy?'"

He followed his long kiss on her lips with a peck on her cheek. As he let go of 'Big Tammy' he fondled her breast. I thought he was going to give me a peck on the cheek, but he kissed me right on the lips with his arm around me. It took me by surprise and I probably should have objected, but I didn't. Then he gave me a peck on the cheek, too, and laughed.

Uncle Victor put his hands back on our shoulders and turned us to head into the living room. "I can't decide which of you is sexier. We'll just have to kiss some more, I guess."

We had a fun evening - the three of us. First Tammy took me upstairs and helped me get dressed so we could go out for dinner.

"But I thought we would have pizza." I almost protested.

"We'll have some fun tonight, Sis. Let me see what you brought to wear. You can wear some of my things if you want."

She liked my short, black dress and said that would be fine. She let me use a pair of her black pantyhose so we could be dressed somewhat alike.

"What on earth are you doing?" she laughed as I started to put the pantyhose on over my cotton panties. "You don't need panties when you're wearing pantyhose!"

"But you can see through these." still not sure what to do. I've seen pantyhose with built-in white panties, but these were pretty sheer all the way up.

"What's your point?" she asked me bluntly.

I smileded at her, but wasn't sure what she was getting at.

"You want to tease boys, don't you?"

"Yes, but they could see through these if I fell down or something."

When she stopped laughing, she said, "Well I hope you don't have to fall down just to show off your pretty figure. But if somebody wants to look through your pantyhose, so what? At least that means they're looking at you!"

"Hmm." I'd need to think about this.

Almost under her breath she said, "I bet Vic would."

"Would what?'

"Would like to see your pantyhose. That's what." and she hugged me. "You're so cute, Honey. And it's even cuter because you don't know it."

"Want to wear some make up and perfume tonight?" she asked.

"Oh, cool!"

Sit down first and let me see what I can do with your hair. It took about an hour to get my hair, make up and perfume on. She was so silly, she even sprayed some under my skirt.

We heard Uncle Victor click off the video he was watching as we went downstairs. It sounded like a fight or something - like somebody was gagged and getting slapped. I didn't get to see it, but the sounds made Tammy laugh. Tammy wanted to show me off, and had brought down a pair of high heels which were too big for me. I couldn't walk in them more than a few steps. They would fall off if I picked up my feet so I had to shuffle.

My smile got even bigger when he did a wolf whistle. "Aren't you sexy, Tammy!"

"Which Tammy do you mean?" she laughed. "Stand up beside her, Vic. She's almost as tall as me with these heels on, isn't she?"

But he didn't stand up. So Tammy led me over to stand in front of him. "Do you like the pantyhose on her? What do you think?" she asked.

"Too sexy. That's what." he said while he was looking at me from head to toe. I smiled when he said that.

Tammy lifted the hem of my dress up above my waist and said, "We thought these hose would be way too big. But look, they aren't even bunched up on top." She had me shuffle around so he could inspect the hose. It took awhile, since I was having trouble shuffling in a circle with her holding up whichever part of my dress was in front of Uncle Victor.

Uncle Victor scooted to the edge of the couch and put his hands on my hips, pulling me a little closer. "Tammy, these fit you just fine." He was staring at my new pantyhose. I knew he could see through them. It was making me tingle. Then he said, "I should get you some more clothes to keep here. Maybe you could help me find some her size, Tammy."

I was beaming. Uncle Victor really did think I was sexy.

"I have a nightie that would fit her perfectly." she said. "She can try it on for us later."

We had a fun time at dinner and I even got to have a couple drinks. It was a neat restraunt, but I got tired of sitting there so long and started to get restless. And I would have rather had pizza than that fancy food. At least they let me wear my regular dress shoes.

During dinner they started talking about Saturday night. Victor said it was too bad that Tammy had to go to her sister's house Saturday. "Who's going to help me serve drinks at my poker club tomorrow night?"

Then he explained to me how 'Big Tammy' waited on the guys while they played poker and they gave her tips for waiting on them, pretending they were in a fancy bar or something.

After they talked about this for awhile, I had an idea. "Maybe I could do it." They both looked at each other.

"Hmm." said Uncle Victor. "I think I have a better idea. Maybe we could play a trick on my buddies."

I got real interested, but Uncle Victor wouldn't tell us what his idea was.

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That night Tammy gave me a short, sexy nightie to sleep in. I was really sleepy, too, after having some grown up drinks. The drinks tasted like chocolate mixed with gasoline to me at first, but after a couple they tasted better.

Anyway, you could see right through my borrowed nightie. Tammy was wearing her nightie, which you could see through, too, so I didn't feel as self conscious when we went downstairs to watch TV before going to bed.

"You can sit on my lap tonight, Tammy, since nobody is around to say you're too big to sit on laps." He gave me another big kiss on the lips and pulled me onto his lap so I was facing him with my knees on either side of his hips.

"Oh, goodie, Uncle Victor. Why do kids have to stop sitting on laps just because they get big? It's not fair. Especially since grown up girls get to sit on laps and it's OK for them." and I hiccuped. We all laughed, it was so loud.

He held me every which way and even tickled me a little bit. At first I felt funny wearing just the nightie without panties, since it was kind of short. But, like I said, Tammy's was the same way. I looked at her a lot. Maybe someday I would be that pretty.

I wanted to stay awake and talk with them like a grown up, but I was getting so sleepy. Uncle Victor was rubbing my back and then had me lay across his lap and some big, soft pillows. He was sitting in the middle of the couch with a soft pillow on either side of his lap. His right hand was on the backs of my knees and his left hand was massaging my shoulders. They put a cover over me right there so I wouldn't have to go up to bed yet.

Tammy kept getting them drinks and changed the video as I dozed off. They were both smoking cigarettes which smelled funny. I was trying to remember if I had ever seen him smoking before, but could have sworn he didn't smoke. All I remember is getting my back rubbed and getting rolled over a few times while Uncle Victor got up to get something, and I think I saw flashes through my closed eyes, but I don't really remember.

I woke up in the guest bed and had a funny taste in my mouth. It must have been the chocolate-gasoline drinks, I guess.

In the bright light, the nightie looked even more sheer than I remembered. I went to the bathroom which was right off my bedroom. Tammy came in wearing jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. "It's about time you were getting up, sleepyhead." she teased me. "I have to leave pretty soon and wanted to kiss you goodbye. Do you remember us carrying you up last night?" She seemed to be staring right into my eyes.

After yawning again and stretching, I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to carry me upstairs. I fell asleep getting my back rubbed and don't remember anything. This nightie is embarassing, Tammy. Look. You can see right through it!"

She smiled as we looked through the sheer white material as I held it out away from me. "Oops." I said, "It looks like I spilled something on it." There was an area on the front that looked like dried milk. "Gee, I'm sorry about slobbering on your nightie." I said, "It must have been those drinks, 'cause I don't ever drool that much at home."

"It's OK, Honey. I was going to wash it anyway. No problem. Here. Let me help you get a bath and then I have to leave. Sorry I can't stay and help with the party tonight."

She led me back into the bathroom by the hand and put some bubblebath in the tub after starting the hot water.

"Tammy," she asked, "Would it hurt you if I slapped your hand?"

"Yes, I guess so." Not sure why she was asking this.

"But would it hurt your hand if I looked at it?"

"No, Silly. Of course that wouldn't hurt." and I laughed, thinking she was making a joke.

"Well, it's the same with the rest of your body. it won't hurt if somebody looks at it."

She lifted the nightie over my head, held my hand as I stepped into the big tub, and knelt down beside it while I bathed.

Uncle Victor walked right in. "How are my two favorite Tammys this morning?"

I put my hands over my budding breasts, embarassed. They just acted like everything was fine and started talking about the poker party tonight. "I can't get him to tell me the trick he's thinking about, Tammy." Big Tammy said to me in a sisterly voice.

"Right. I have to talk it over with my co-conspirator here first. Maybe we'll try it and maybe we won't." and he winked at me. My hands were back in the water now, on the bottom of the tub.

"In fact, You'd better head on over to your sister's house. I can finish helpingTammy with her bath." He knelt down beside Tammy and began washing my back with his bare, soapy hand.

"OK." She laughed. "I can tell when I'm not needed. You two conspirators have a good time." And she left us.

Victor started washing me all over. I didn't know what to do. It felt naughty, but so good. He made me feel pretty and sexy and grown up all at the same time. I let him wash me, even between the legs. We were talking the whole time as if nothing was the matter.

"I'm glad it's still so warm out for this time of year." while his hand was washing up and down my pussy.

It felt so good that I couldn't help but put my knees farther apart and lean back. "Yes, I'm glad it's still warm out."

Curiousity got the best of me as I kept asking him what the trick was. He lifted me out of the tub and began drying me off. Next he had me hold out my arms and turn around while he sprinkled baby powder on me and patted it in.

Sometimes he tickled me on the tummy or armpits, but pretty soon I was covered with powder from head to toe. All the while he kept promising he would tell me pretty soon, but he had to know if I trusted him and if I could keep a secret.

I don't know how many times I promised him I could keep a secret. He asked me if it bothered me for him to see me and touch me all over.

"Oh, gosh, Uncle Victor. It tickles in a good way and makes me feel funy inside. But I like it when you touch me. I know it's naughty, but, I don't know, it's exciting or something."

"Good!" and he hugged me towards him. He kissed me again and then looked me in the eyes seriously. "This trick involves some touching like this." and his hands squeezed my breasts gently. Then he pinched my nipples one at a time while I stood with arms at my sides.

"Did that hurt you?"

"No."

Then he put his right hand around me on my fanny and pulled me closer while I stood there naked, coated white with powder. His left hand felt my pussy, squeezing the lips together. He wiggled my mound back and forth and then ran his finger finger along my powder-dry slit. He didn't put his finger in but ran it back and forth between my lips on the outside. "Does this hurt?" He asked, still looking directly into my eyes.

"No."

Then maybe my trick will work. You have to trust me that nobody will hurt you or put anything in your pussy. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Uncle Victor."

Then he explained his plan. We spent part of the day practicing and getting some props together. We even went shopping. This would be so exciting.

Uncle Victor hung up the phone just an hour before the men were supposed to arrive. "That was Louie. He can't make it. So there'll only be four guys coming. This might make it easier for us to fool them, with fewer people."

He checked my clothes again and we reviewed the highlights of our plan. Some of it would depend on what the men said during the first hour of the poker club.

My white, short sleeved blouse looked kind of like a school uniform, except the sleeves were too short and maybe it was a little bit too sheer. The collar was more like a man's shirt and was a tight fit. The navy skirt wasn't pleated, and it was too short. My ankle socks and black shoes finished the uniform look. We came up with the clothes at a thrift store that afternoon. It was fun shopping with Uncle Victor and trying on the different outfits for him. The panties were my boring, white, cotton ones with pink and blue polka dots from home. Uncle Victor said I didn't need to wear my training bra because the bumps in the blouse might add to my sexy but innocent look.

Uncle Victor left the other props in a bag near the poker table.

As the men arrived, they seemed surprised to see me instead of the other Tammy. Uncle Victor introduced me to each one and I either shook their hand or let them kiss me on the cheek. Except for Bob, who kissed me right on the lips. They all said I was real cute and I said I'd be glad to wait on them like 'BigTammy' did. Uncle Victor always made some kind of remark after I said this - like "But you'd better NOT treat her like 'Big Tammy.' She's only twelve. Hands off!"

Uncle Victor said we would lie about my age and see if anyone guessed that I'm really lots older than twelve. He wanted this to be our "practice lie." I remembered him laughing that afternoon when we talked about lying about my age. "But I'll be fourteen in just seven months! Do you think they would really believe I'm only twelve?" I never did figure out why that struck him so funny.

I knew what he was talking about, as he warned them not to touch me, but pretended not to. I got each of the guys a beer as they headed into the living room to get ready for the card game. All of the men were around forty or fifty, and looked about ten years older than Uncle Victor.

They all said I was real pretty. The way some of them looked at me made me conscious of how short my skirt was. But mostly it made me feel pretty that they wanted to look at my skinny legs.

One of Uncle Victor's pizza guys showed up with some pizza, including a whole plain cheese for me. I fixed several plates of mixed pieces and served the group.

They were playing cards and talking while I got them beers, pizza, and snacks. Then I laid on my tummy on the floor, between the poker table and the TV. My feet were up in the air behind me criss-crossing absently. I knew they could see my panties since my knees were about a foot apart and the skirt was so short. I wondered if any of them were looking.

Uncle Victor was telling them about the hypnosis books he had been reading. I picked up one of Uncle Victor's ties off the back of the couch and tried to tie it but couldn't, as I walked over near their table to see if anybody wanted something else.

Tom, the skinny, jumpy guy, offered to show me what to do. He tried to tie it while I was facing him but he couldn't do it that way. He accidently brushed his hands against my boobs several times while fussing with the tie. He was getting frustrated and John said he always was a little clumsy around pretty girls. Someone suggested I sit on his lap so he could try it frontwards while reaching around me.

Tom looked at me to see if I wanted to sit on his lap. I just turned and hopped on his lap. Since I'm five foot three my head was higher than his as he put his arms around my arms and tried to tie the tie with my collar turned up. The poker game stopped while he tried this.

While his right hand tried to pull the tie through the knot, I started to fall off his lap, so I put my knees apart for better balance. As he finished his attempt it seemed like his hands continuiously rubbed against my breasts. I was trying to watch the tieing process but looked up occasionally. Whenever I looked up, the men quickly looked away from my lap. Then I realized my skirt was all the way up and they had been loking at my panties.

Big Tammy was right. It didn't hurt. It made me feel sexy to think these grown men wanted to look at my panties. Maybe Uncle Victor's scheme to trick them would work after all.

"What a lousy knot, Tom. I could do better than that!" teased John, the husky guy with a goatee and moustache. He had thick glasses and thining hair which was about half gray. He laughed the most and had lots of energy. John patted his lap as he sat down in the chair next to Tom. I hopped onto his big lap. I was glad to get away from Tom's 'beer and cigarette' breath. I couldn't get too close to John's head because his stomach was in the way. There was still plenty of room to sit on his knees though because he was so tall.

His huge hands would probably have difficulty with the knot, I thought. When I hopped on his lap I put my knees apart for balance again. My knees were outside of his knees and almost three feet apart. My skirt rode up to my waist again. I didn't know why if felt so naughty to let them see my panties on purpose, but it was fun. I pretended not to notice that my skirt was up as I watched him tie the knot. To my surprise he deftly tied it - perfectly -hardly even touching my boobs.

"Perfect." said Tom, "How did you do that so fast?"

"You call this perfect?" John said after thinking a minute. "Hold your arms up Tammy, and I'll teach you how to do it. You can do it yourself after some practice. Rest your arms on my hands."

He put his hands under my arms and around me to Uncle Victor's tie. With my arms on his forearms, we practiced tieing it several times. The heels of his big hands were constantly pressing agains my tits - pressing into them. We practiced three times and then someone else wanted to try it.

"I think I've got it now. Anybody want another beer?" I asked as I stepped down. My tits were still tingling and it embarassed me that the tips were sticking out against the blouse. You could see that my nipples had gotten hard through that tight blouse. Embarassing - but exciting.

"I need another." said George, who had been staring at my panties each time I looked up. He was the one who wanted to hold me on his lap next and seemed disappointed that I went back to serving before he got a chance. I gave Tom and John each a kiss on the cheek and thanked them for helping me. I promised to practice and ran to get the beers for them.

They played for another hour while I mostly watched TV, drinking lots of pop. Each time I ran out to get somebody a beer I filled up my glass, too. Bob asked me if I drank this much pop at home. "No, we hardly ever drink it at home. Uncle Victor said I could have as much as I wanted." They all agreed I was as good a waitress at 'Big Tammy,' and could drink whatever I wanted.

Uncle Victor went out to the kitchen to put the meatballs in the oven. While we were alone, he gave me one of his half-winks - more like a twitch -to say, 'good job.'

Before the meatballs were ready, I was standing next to John and he put his arm around my waist as a gesture of thanks, since I had just brought him some more pizza. Uncle Victor was answering one of Tom's skeptical questions about hypnosis again. "No, really. It works better with with less complicated minds." And he kept going on about it.

"What do you think, Tammy?" asked Tom, since I appeared to be following the conversation. "I don't believe in it either, Tom. How could you get people to act like a dog or something? It doesn't seem possible." I was squirming around while I stood next to John, his big hand resting on my hip. "Tammy's right, Vic. I'll bet twenty dollars you couldn't hypnotize me." Dared Tom.

The other guys chimed in with similar bets, and then as Uncle Victor and I had hoped, somebody said, "Why don't you see if you can hypnotize Tammy? We all know Tom's head is hard as a rock!" and everybody laughed.

Tom laughed without getting mad, and said, "OK, you guys. My bet still stands, and I don't care if you want to try Tammy's younger and purer mind instead of mine." I was squirming around between John and George as they all reviewed their bets with Uncle Victor. "OK." he said, "So you're each betting me twenty dollars that I couldn't hypnotize either Tom or Tammy. Is that right?"

He looked at me, his poker face completely blank like we had practiced, "Tammy, these guys are betting me I can't hypnotize you. What do you think?"

"I don't have any money, Uncle Victor, but I don't think you can either."

He said to me and the group at the same time. "Well, let me get my grandfather's old pocket watch and a few things, then we can try it."

"Let me go to the bathroom first, OK?" I was still wiggling around.

"You'll forget all about the bathroom, Tammy. When you wake up you won't even have to go anymore."

"Oh, Uncle Victor. No way." and I laughed along with the men.

"She's had enough caffeine tonight! I bet she won't sleep for two days." said George, who had also put his arm around my waist, from the other side while I stood between them. I could tell he was glad to touch me. We were all caught up in the discussion, so I didn't want to break the flow of our scheme by noticing that his hand had slipped back to be more on my fanny than my waist.

John's huge hand held mine as we all walked into the main part of the living room, laughing and betting with Victor.

John sat on the couch and held me sidesaddle on his big lap. I was still wiggling a little bit and really did have to pee.

Uncle Victor came back in the room with a gold pocketwatch on a long chain. It looked very old. After turning off the TV and then the radio in the other part of the room, he put on some background music. He dumped the contents of a paper bag onto the couch beside John and me.

I laughed as if I had never seen a diaper or pacifier before. I even started giggling. "Uncle Victor! What's the baby stuff for? You're so funny." He said seriously, as if he was on stage, "These are tokens to impress on your mind, Tammy. Just things to make you remember infancy. I'm going to talk to you for a few minutes and I want you to stare at my watch. If the experiment is going to be valid you will ALL have to be quiet and just watch -or else we can't even try it." He gave them a warning look.

Everyone got quiet, indicating they did want to let him try it. But still, they looked kind of smug like they knew it wouldn't work.

"OK. But let's hurry 'cause I really have to go to the ladie's room." Some of the men chuckled at my attempt to sound like a grown up.

Uncle Victor adjusted me on George's lap so I was leaning against his ample stomach with my knees over his. He scooted my bottom forward so I could lean back against him like I was on a soft, reclining chair. While he was adjusting my posture, some of the other guys brought the dining room chairs in from the poker table. Uncle Victor reached forward and unbottened two more buttons below the neck on my blouse so it was open to just above my belly button. It didn't come apart to embarass me or anything. Everyone got quiet as he unbuttoned my blouse half way down.

They were gathered around me when Uncle Victor put my legs apart as he scooted me forward on John's lap. I put my hand on the hem of the skirt and tugged it down. "Uncle Victor. Please!" and I gave a nervous giggle while I gaurded my modesty, vainly attempting to push the edge of the skirt between my thighs.

The little tug on the hem of my skirt did little to hide my panties. It was more of a token gesture in that short skirt. As I sat back on John's lap I knew they could all see my panties but I just kept looking at Uncle Victor. This was so exciting. I had the feeling we could really fool them.

"Just stare at the watch, Tammy," he said in a soft monotone, "and I'll help you relax. If you start to fall, John will hold you up." Uncle Victor's hand positioned my arms at my sides and I was craddled between John's arms. John's right hand was around my right arm with his fingertips touching my tummy to hold me up.

"You're getting sleepy, Tammy. You are warm and safe here. You are relaxing all over. John will hold you as you get younger and younger. You may yawn as you get tired. It's OK. John's big hand will keep you safe."

As his monotone droned on I really did find myself relaxing. I let my legs relax more, which opened my legs. John scooted me down on his lap a little, which lifted my skirt clear up. I pretended not to notice, but let my legs relax and drift apart even wider.

"You will be able to talk, but you won't remember anything. You will hear only my voice."

My mind continued to run, like it always did, even as I tried to relax my body towards limpness. I was aware of the soft, tuneless music and remembered my sixth grade music teacher explaining about background music in movies. I could hear his nasal voice telling my class, "You aren't even aware of most of the music in a movie. It becomes part of the scene, setting the tone for what is happening..." then my mind came back to the present and I wondered what I had missed of Uncle Victor's instructions. My body did feel relaxed - his monotone voice, the soft music, everybody still as a pin watching me.

I yawned for real. When I realized that his voice was soothing me I had a momentary fear that I would fall asleep and ruin our trick. As I yawned, John put his big left hand on my chest as if to hold me up. It was right over my breast when I lowered my arms after yawning. The new position was comfortable, so I didn't say anything. The firm, steady pressure of his fingers on me felt good. It also woke me up, but I pretended to get limper and limper.

My knees were wider apart now. They could see my panties clearly. Uncle Victor's reassuring left hand was on my right knee and his right hand continued to swing the gold watch in a slow arch. I watched it whenever my eyes were open. Between the slits of my eyelids I ckecked out our audience. George and Bob were staring at my panties and Tom was watching John's hand on my blouse.

"...I asked if you feel sleepy, Tammy. Just answer yes or no. There is no rush." Oh my gosh. I had missed some more of his instructions.

"Yes." I answered quietly during the intake of a yawning breath.

"Continue to relax. All stress is leaving your body as you get youngeer and younger. You like being a little girl, don't you, Tammy?" his voice almost as soft and tuneless as the music.

"Yes."

"You will not remember any of this when you wake up, Tammy. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I will bring you back to the present later. You will wake up only after I tell you to wake up. You are completely safe. Safe and warm. Are you glad to be so safe and warm, Tammy?"

"Yes."

"You're such a pretty little girl, Tammy. Only four years old now. You will get younger and younger untill we get to a very comfortable age for a pretty little girl like you."

After a moments silence while he moved my limp knee back and forth slowly, he said, "These big girl clothes are not comfortable. Your Uncle George will take off these stiff shoes now. You will feel more cozy with them off."

George was kneeling beside Uncle Victor taking off my shoes and socks. My feet were as relaxed as wet spagetti in the collander.

Geroge fondled my calves after taking off each shoe and might have done more if Uncle Victor wouldn't have given him a look.

While George was taking off my shoes and socks, I became distantly aware that John's nimble fingers had unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my blouse. I didn't notice him moving his hands because he hadn't stopped moving them as he gently held me.

"You don't like having all these tight clothes on, do you, Tammy?"

"No." I was speaking is a quiet whisper.

Everyone was quiet. The music blended into the softness around me. The lights were blurry. Uncle Victor had already set down his watch and had both hand on my thighs. "You are completely relaxed now, Tammy. You can't hear anything except my voice. You understand the words but won't remember them. This skirt feels tight to you. You are only three years old. You don't like to wear tight clothes do you, Tammy?"

"No."

"I'm going to loosen this tight skirt and you will feel better." While he unsnapped the two snaps on the skirt, John lifted one arm and then the other out of my unbuttoned blouse. the skirt fell open and George pulled it out from behind me as John slid the blouse off.

"You are comfortable in these training pants, aren't you, Tammy?"

"Yes."

"But you don't like wearing these training pants because you have to remember to go to the potty. You don't like to have to use the potty chair, do you Tammy?"

"No."

"You wish you were wearing your diapers again, don't you, Tammy?"

"Yes."

"We're going to lay you on the bath table now, Tammy. It's soft and cozy - safe and warm on on your bath table, isn't it, Tammy?"

"Yes."

"You like the way Mommy and all your uncles kiss your tummy when you get your diapers changed, don't you, Tammy?"

"Yes."

They had lifted me carefully onto the carpeted floor.

"We'll take these training pants off now, Tammy. Won't that feel better?"

"Yes."

They lifted my bottom off the floor and slipped my panties off.

"We're going to put your diaper back on you, Tammy. Then you will be very comfortable, won't you, Tammy?"

"Yes." and I stretched again, bringing my knees up towards my chest. I felt so relaxed and warm. I knew I was naked in front of four strange men and Uncle Victor, but it almost felt like I was in a dream - watching myself from a distance, not caring at all.

They lifted my bottom a little higher as they slid a trash bag with a diaper on it under me. They fastened the diaper and lifted me again to put a folded bath towel between my diaper and the trash bag. It made a crinkling sound when they lowered me back onto it - like a giant Pamper. I knew this was enough to soak up all my pee.

I remembered Uncle Victor's voice from this afternoon, "Details. Details, Tammy" as my first drops of pee dripped into the 3-cup measuring cup which he was holding under my pussy as I half-sat, half-stood over the toilet with the seat up. I was naked and self conscious, but really had to pee since he kept making me wait till we finished our shopping and got home. "Details are the secret to a good con, Tammy. Be prepared. Practice. But be ready for variations because things never work out exactly like you plan." I peed into the measuring cup and it was less than one cup! "You were worried this wasn't big enough, Tammy." he laughed as he stood up from his kneeling position in front of the toilet.

He dumped my pee into the toilet and flushed. After rinsing the measuring cup, he filled it back to just above the one cup line to check how many towels he would need.

"Will you use the burgandy towels or the gray ones, Uncle Victor, forgetting all about my nakednes as I watched him pour the clean water onto the folded gray towel.

"These aren't burgandy. They're scarlet!" he joked.

"I always wondered about your towels, Uncle Victor. I mean everything else in your house looks more, um, 'grown-up.'"

He laughed again as we watched the dark wet spot grow on the gray towel. "I'll never forget my five years at Ohio State, Tammy." and his grin grew bigger with remembered adventures. "Had to change majors three times to make it last that long!" He was still laughing in my dream when I heard his voice - different from the dream voice - so subdued now - droning on.

"Tammy, you are warm, safe. So comfortable." the quiet voice continued to remind me patiently. "Safe in your diapers. You can pee when you want to. Your loving uncles will clean you off. They like to clean you, and put lotion on your pretty baby bottom. They make you feel so clean. Pee whenever you want to, Tammy. You will feel better. Let go of your tension."

Hands were rubbing and massaging me all over. Slowly and gently. My eyes were closed and my knees were up towards my chest. My hands were in loose fists near my ears.

A warm feeling. Warmth. My bottom was getting so warm as I started. It felt good to just let go. Peeing in my diaper. It felt good.

The voice said, "Such a good baby. Let go, baby. It's OK. Such a pretty baby."

I let it all go. So warm. So nice. The hands continuted to massage baby lotion on my chest. I knew my nipples were stiff, but there was no way I could prevent it. They were tingling. Someone was unsnapping my wet diaper and I knew they would wash me off.

"We are washing off the good little baby now, Tammy. Such a pretty baby bottom. We will make it all clean." I felt the warm washcloth wiping me off. The warm cloth tickled over my open pussy and bottom again and again. I hoped they would keep rubbing it on me. The combination of fingers and warm washcloths was turning me on, but I tried to appear asleep and remain limp.

As I felt a tongue begin licking my thigh - making little circles -moving towards my pussy - I wondered if I could continue to feign a trance. The voice helped me.

"You are so comfortable. So safe and warm. But it would be nice to have your pacifier. A pretty, contented baby. You want to suck on something. You want to feel something in your mouth. Something to comfort and nourish you." Someone put the rubber pacifier in my mouth and I began sucking on it. I was trying to stay in my baby role and not picture how silly I looked to all those men. My knees up by my chest, my arms bent and laid back with fists near my head, sucking on a pacifier. But I was comfortable and contented. And the hands and tongue felt so good. Lips tugging on my pubic hair focused all my attention on my open pussy. The lips held my hairs and pulled up. It didn't pull my hair hard enough to hurt, but stimulated me as the lips grasped, lifted, and slid off my sparse bush. There wasn't any hair on the sides of my pussy yet, but just a little, blond bush at the top of my crack.

"The pacifier is comforting, but it seems too small. You wish you had a pacifier that was a little bit bigger." The pacifier was taken out of my mouth and I felt the rubber dick against my left cheek. I turned my head to face it before getting the suggestions from Uncle Victor.

The smaller than life dildo slid into my mouth as the quiet voice said, "...you want to feel something in your mouth. Something to suck gently on. You don't have teeth yet. It feels good to you - sliding in and out of your mouth." Someone was making short in and out movements with the rubber dick.

I was curious about the real ones I would get to feel and taste pretty soon if Uncle Victor's predictions were correct. He said they would all be a little different - size and shape - the way they moved.

I remembered joking with Uncle Victor that afternoon as he practiced with me... "Is this another detail, Uncle Victor?" I asked as I turned my head while lying on the floor so his dick could go in my mouth.

"Yes. We need to practice so you won't be surprised by things tonight." as he pressed his stiff penis against the side of my cheek.

"Uncle Victor, I might be only thirteen, like you keep reminding me, but I know bullshit when I hear it."

He burst out laughing and sat on the floor next to my head. "Tammy. You kill me. But we really do need to practice. And, OK, I admit it. You turn me on. But if we're going to pull this off tonight, you can't be surprised by your first taste of cum. I can't laugh and keep your 'pacifier' stiff at the same time. You are so precocious. I bet we could have lots of adventures together."

I learned new words - and lots of other things - from my favorite uncle.

The voice said, "You want to feel your pacifier sliding in and out of your mouth, Tammy. A pretty baby. You want to have something in your mouth." His talking was almost continuous, blending with the background music in tuneless harmony.

Someone was licking my asshole as the first real dick slipped into my mouth. My head was turned towards it. There was a taste on the tip already. The top was shaped diifferently and it was bigger than Uncle Victor's. I was pretty sure it was John, who had been holding me on his lap. His slow strokes went all the way to the back of my mouth.

The voice momentarily whispered words of caution and restraint to my other uncles.

The taste which suddently exploded into my mouth took me by surprise, but I managed to swallow fast enough to continue sucking like nothing was wrong. That was fast! I could feel this pacifier start to get smaller and softer as I sucked.

The tongue on my lifted bottom was trying to penetrate my asshole. I would have been embarassed to tears - or laughter - or both - if I had been 'awake.' It felt great, though, and I hoped he would continue as someone else let me use his pacifier.

This pacifier was smaller than Uncle Victor's and it moved in and out faster, not matching the subliminal cadence of Uncle Victor's words. He had some kind of cologne on his thighs. I wished I could open my eyes to look at him. His rapid breathing matched his movements. It must be Bob. I remembered the same cologne when he surpirsed me with a kiss on the lips at the door a couple hours ago. He was on his hands and knees over my head, fucking my mouth. It was fun practicing this afternoon, but this was even more exciting. This was real.

With one 'uncle' licking my pussy and another kissing my breasts, Bob came in my mouth. He didn't have as much cum as John.

Tom didn't want to stop eating me even though I knew somehow it was his turn to be my pacifier.

Well, anyway, each of my four new 'uncles' came in my mouth. Someone put an oiled finger in my bottom. Several of them had sucked and licked my tits, once even biting gently on my erect nipples.

"You are so happy to be a little baby girl, Tammy. So happy. Your tummy is twitching with happiness." Uncle Victor said when he could tell I was cumming.

He continued talking as the men cleaned me up and dressed me while I got older - coming back to the present. We were all sitting in the same position when I opened my eyes.

I looked around as I opened my eyes and suddenly sat up straight. "Oh my gosh! Did I fall asleep or something? Uncle Victor, how did you do that?" and I pulled my skirt down in front again.

I looked around again, embarassed. "Jeez! I hope you didn't make me bark like a dog or something silly like that!"

The men laughed. "I'm thirsty." and I got off John's lap. "Uncle Victor, I think your pizza must be too salty." And I started to head out to the kitchen to get another glass of pop. "I apologize, you guys. I really didn't think he could make me fall asleep."

"It's OK, Tammy." said John as he stood up and started walking behind me. "Your Uncle has a way with words. I think I dozed off, too."

"Change the damn music!" said Tom, "And let's play some more cards."

Before I headed up to bed I kissed each of them goodnight. John was the last person I kissed good night. He was sitting closest to the stairs. "Good night, Uncle John." I said turning. I didn't mean to call him 'uncle,' it just slipped out.

He turned me around to face him with those big hands of his and said, "Good night, 'Little Tammy.' I hope you can wait on our poker club again sometime." He kissed me on the lips, patted my bottom, and scooted me towards the stairs.

That was a night I'll never forget.

Uncle Victor gave me a bath the next morning and I kept begging him to practice the hypnosis game with me again in case we ever got another chance.

"Nothing is ever as exciting as the first time, Tammy." His hands were washing my breasts and I could tell he was thinking. "I suppose we could practice a little while before you get dressed." he finally said.

"OK. Thanks, Uncle Victor."

Later he drove me home and we had a nice talk. I told him I wanted to play more games sometime. He hoped so, too. "But don't say you want to come back when you get home, or try some Uncle Remus story and beg not to be sent back. Just say it was kind of boring even though you did get pizza for lunch and dinner. Mention something oblique like you got all your homework done because you were so bored."

"Maybe in a few years, if you keep getting good grades, you could go to Ohio State and I could come up and visit you." He had been mentioning to my Mom for years that he would pay for any of his nieces or nephews to go there, especially since I made the honor roll in sixth grade. "You almost seem ready to be a 'Buckeye' right now." and he kissed me one last time before we got to my house.

He gave me the eighty dollars he won for fooling the guys in his poker club. "Wow, Uncle Victor. I really hope I get to come over again sometime. It was so neat fooling those grown-ups."

"Yes, our con worked - just like we planned."