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{ASSM} Charlotte's Niece by Pamela, Chapter 17A  

This is the most recent chapter of the continuing story "Charlotte's Niece,"
by Pamela, author of "The Girls Only Club".  Earlier chapters can be found 
by looking under "Pamela" in the author listings of www.Fictionmania.com.

Author's note: As you download this, please keep in mind that those who let 
me know, by one means or another, that they are reading CN, are the 
reason why more chapters of CN keep on coming.


Charlotte's Niece

by

Pamela (pamelapamela@hotmail.com)

Chapter 17


Sometime later, in the early dawn, I awoke again.  Ethel was a large grey 
shape lying to the right of me. All was silent except for her long steady 
breathing.  I was lying on my back. I had worn a short, blue, baby doll 
nightie to bed, and it was pushed up around my chest, and Ethel's right hand 
was lying palm down on my stomach just below my navel. I had worn the 
matching panties to bed with me the night before, and I could feel them 
against the ankle of my left leg. Sometime in the night they had been 
partially taken off.  The region around my penis felt warm and excited, an 
after glow from the intense pleasure in the middle of the night.

I never would have thought Ethel and Charlotte capable of raping me. It 
seemed impossible; they would have to know that they would get caught. It 
had to have been them last night, though, since no one else could have 
broken into the apartment. But if Ethel had helped Charlotte rape me, then 
why would she be sleeping next to me? But it would be the ultimate disguise, 
wouldn't it?

What should I do now? How would I ever feel safe again in the apartment?  
What should I do about Ethel's hand?  It was just inches from my penis. The 
pleasure I had felt last night was much beyond anything I had ever felt 
before. No one had ever touched my penis before. It had been a strange rape. 
Whomever had done it were making sure I felt pleasure. They were making sure 
I would come. Who had that been? Probably Ethel. It had to have been 
Charlotte rubbing her panties and then vagina into my face. I felt a slight 
soreness on my lips. How weird to have such intimate knowledge of Charlotte. 
I thought of Charlotte's breasts and then of Ethel's. If I could have, I 
would have reached up and held the breasts of whomever was on top of me last 
night.

My penis rose a bit at these thoughts. The feeling of pleasure around my 
loins grew.  Wouldn't it be wonderful if Ethel just moved her hand down a 
bit and it landed on my penis. The thought of her holding it was delicious 
and I felt my penis growing larger. It would serve her right. Since she 
raped me last night how could she possibly complain? Two can play the same 
game. I should hold her down, if I could, and put my penis in her face. If I 
did that to Charlotte she'd just bite it off. She'd kill me if I even 
touched her. But she has become nice to me, or at least I thought so until 
last night.

Yesterday, Ethel had offered me her boob. I remembered suckling on it. God, 
I wished that that had gone on for hours. I could do that the whole day.  
Maybe that gave Ethel the idea it was OK to rape me. I slid my body up ever 
so slowly and Ethel's hand slid down a bit more toward my penis. I froze and 
waited. All was quiet. Maybe she'd offer me her breasts again today. But she 
was a rapist. It was evil what she had done last night!  She and Charlotte 
had no right to take advantage of me, even if they looked out for my 
pleasure.  I inched up again and Ethel's hand pushed against the base of my 
penis. The pleasure was burning around my crotch, and my penis jumped a tiny 
bit and then relaxed.

She'll wake up and find out what it feels like to have somebody taking 
advantage of her. What a moron I am. I'm all mad about being raped but I 
can't get over the pleasure. God my thighs and balls are tingly with 
pleasure. I should have definitely called the police last night. Well, I did 
faint, and when I woke up later, there was Ethel. And the last time I told a 
cop I was being raped he told me to get home or he'll arrest me. Maybe I'll 
call the police in the morning. I'll say Ethel and Charlotte raped me, but 
what is the evidence? I laughed inwardly. In male rape, there is no point in 
collecting the semen!! Would the police dust my penis for fingerprints?  I 
gave off a goofy smile to the dark room. But do I know for a fact that it 
was Ethel and Charlotte?  I thought again about what had happened.  There 
had been a kind of womanly odor on the panties. I bet that I could identify 
it again. I need to sniff Charlotte and Ethel's panties.  Once again I 
chuckled to myself. I'm at the police station and there is a line-up of 
women wearing panties, and I smell them one by one, until I say, "officer 
these are the panties! I'd never forget that smell!"  And it turns out that 
it is Charlotte wearing the panties! It would make all the newspapers. I 
reached down and moved my penis up and to the side of Ethel's sleeping hand, 
so now the underside was exposed. If I could just get it under her hand. 
Ethel stirred a second and I stopped moving and breathing.  I must be out of 
my mind. It might not have been her and Charlotte last night. Maybe someone 
had broken in. Someone who had the key. How do I know who Charlotte had 
given a key to? But why would they rape me like that?  Since when do women 
rape boys? My penis had shrunken back down, and I very slowly arched my 
back, pushing down my  hips into the mattress and then under Ethel's hand. 
She stirred again and I stopped moving. I counted to ten and then relaxed, 
bringing my bottom back up and my upraised penis nestled perfectly into 
Ethel's sleeping hand.

The pleasure was immediate and more intense than I had expected.  My penis 
surged upward slightly lifting Ethel's hand, and then subsided slightly. Her 
palm seemed to be exactly on the best spot and there was a steady feeling of 
pleasure. I desperately wanted her to push down against my penis and slide 
her hand along the shaft like she or whoever had done the night before. What 
if Ethel wakes up right now with her hand on my penis? I'll just say "you 
seem to like raping boys, so I've just given you another chance!"

That sounds lame. Ethel will probably have to find Charlotte to see what to 
do. But what can they do. They raped me pure and simple. I raped Ethel back. 
   We're even.  Call it a truce.  What kind of stupidity am I thinking? I 
don't even know if it was them last night.  God I wished she'd move her hand 
a little. I tried to rock my hips up and back a bit, but her hand just moved 
with my penis.  In a way I guess I'm raping Ethel right now. It can't be 
right. No matter what happened last night. She would tell Charlotte that 
Greg used her hand to jerk off against last night. God would Charlotte whip 
me blind. I shivered in fear at the thought. I'm absolutely nuts, I've got 
to get my penis back the way it had been.

I tried to inch my penis down and away from Ethel's hand when suddenly her 
breathing stopped. I froze for the longest time.  Suddenly she jumped up. 
"what's this Greg? You put my hand on your penis? What's that? How could 
you?"  She sounded truly hurt. I hadn't heard her sound like that before.

"No, Ethel, your hand was there when I woke up."

"Greg, I've been feeling some kind of shifting next to me for awhile now. 
Look how much higher up on the bed you are." Ethel was right, I had inched 
up half a foot. My head was knocking into the headboard. "You couldn't 
possibly have slept like that! I'm afraid this is serious. Its really quite 
unacceptable behavior. I am very disappointed in you. God, I hate to think 
what Charlotte will to do you. I've done my best to protect you and this is 
my reward?"  She sounded like she was about to cry. I was terrified.

"Please don't tell Aunt Charlotte!"

"No, you're not going to do that to me again!" Ethel rebuked.

"But last night, you and Charlotte raped me!  What did you expect?"

"I don't know what crazy thing you're talking about Greg. I'm afraid I will 
have to tell Charlotte about this. It really is disgusting. It's a violation 
of all the trust you and I have developed over the last week."

"But Aunt Ethel. Last night two ladies held me down and raped me! I swear! 
I'm not lying. And I thought that it must have been you and Charlotte. Who 
else could have snuck in the apartment?"

Ethel stared at me with tearing eyes. "You can go tell that to Charlotte!" 
and she left the room.

I got up from the bed not knowing what to do. I felt a need to hide but 
there was nowhere to go. I knew I couldn't live through another beating. It 
was so unfair. They had raped me! I heard voices in the distance.  I just 
had on my baby blue nightie.  To hide my penis I pulled up the  panties,  
which had bands of lace matching those of the babydoll.  I had to pee badly 
and ran to the toilet and sat down on it, closing the bathroom door behind 
me. It felt a little safer to be in the small bathroom. And Charlotte 
wouldn't hit me while I was  peeing.

I heard a rush of footsteps outside the bathroom door and Charlotte calling, 
"Greg!"  She burst into the bathroom dressed in a black negligee coming down 
to her thighs. As it rustled around her I saw a hint of her pubic hair.

"I'm peeing, Aunt Charlotte!" I said, shaking visibly. She must be 
purposefully not calling me Vickie, I thought in panic.

Charlotte grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet.  "Don't beat me Aunt 
Charlotte!" I cried, as I  hurriedly lifted up my blue panties. "Not again, 
I can't take it. Please don't do it again."  I was wailing now. Charlotte 
led me out of the bathroom. I walked with shuffling feet like a zombie. If 
she hurt me again I was sure that I would lose my mind. She pushed me down 
on the bed in front of Ethel, who was still wearing just her bra and 
panties.

"I'm begging you Aunt Charlotte!"

"Shut up, Greg!" Charlotte said and held up her hand threateningly as if to 
slap my face. I fell silent and bent over with my head down and covered by 
my arm.

"How could you?" Ethel said with uncharacteristic melancholy. "After all the 
trust and love between us? I just don't understand. Have you been faking 
everything the last days?"

"No, Aunt Ethel,.." I tried to say, but Charlotte interrupted me.

"You're behavior is loathsome.  Using Ethel's hand to masturbate?   It's 
beyond disgusting."

"Last night..." I again tried to talk.

Coldly, Charlotte said, "Ethel will have to give you a good thrashing, and 
then we'll have to decide what to do with you. I think we've reached the 
point where your mom should come back to get you. Ethel, I hope you now see 
the reason why I've had to be harsh with Greg."

"Sadly, Charlotte, I think you're right. I'm disappointed in Greg. I had no 
idea. I guess I'm a bad judge of character."

The words were more painful to hear than anything she could have done with a 
whip. My chest  heaved forcefully in sadness, fear and regret. Charlotte 
ordered me to lie down on the bed.  I obeyed, resigned to the inevitable 
pain.  I felt Charlotte lift up my baby doll and then she said, "pull down 
your panties," and I did so, all the time my face buried in the blanket. 
When my panties were down around my knees she said,  "put your arms above 
your head."

I could feel Charlotte and Ethel exchanging positions. "Aunt Ethel, I'm 
sorry for what I did. But last night..."

"Quiet!" Charlotte said and I fell silent.

I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as possible and scrunched my face waiting 
to feel the blow. I hadn't yet peed and my bladder was painfully full. I 
felt Ethel's leg bump against mine. I sensed that a blow  was about to come. 
  Then there was a distinct smacking sound and a pain on my buttocks. Ethel 
was using her hand to spank me. She spanked me rhythmically saying, "bad, 
bad, bad, boy!"  Then a little pause, and some more hits, "a, very, bad, 
bad, bad, boy!"  I don't know what hurt more: the pain on my bottom or the 
pain in my bladder. "I have to...." I started to say, but Charlotte again 
yelled at me to shut up.

"But!" I said as I fought to keep control of my bladder.

There was a longish pause, in which I thought that Ethel was done, but then 
she came back for  more smacks, saying 
"I....hope....this.....tea....ches.....you.....a.....les......son!"

The last blow caused me to start peeing onto the bedspread, and I jumped up 
saying, "I peed!," leaving behind a  wet area  on the bed and I could feel 
some pee dripping down my legs.

"Jesus Christ, Greg! Can't you control yourself?"   Charlotte said "Get to 
the bathroom!"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte," I said, "I'm sorry!" I frantically ran to the 
bathroom to get kleenex. I took some out of a dispenser and ran back to the 
bed to mop the pee up.

"We'll have to wash the spread! How far down is it?" Charlotte said.

Ethel picked up the edge of the spread, "it's barely damp underneath, just 
the top sheet."

After I had mopped as much as I could, I said,  "can I finish peeing, Aunt 
Charlotte?"

"Go ahead," Charlotte said and I went back to the bathroom to finish.

As I sat in the bathroom I heard Charlotte saying,"Ethel, I think we've seen 
enough. You can't beat sense into a baby. It explains everything. We'll have 
to get Lillian  back home and let her deal with him.  Until she gets back 
we'll have to put him in diapers."

"You're right. I don't see any other way. He's such a disappointment. At 
least if we kept him in diapers we won't have to worry about his lack of 
control."

"I know you don't believe me," I called out sobbing, "but I was raped last 
night."  I felt an intense ache in my heart. I had visions of roaming the 
building barefoot dressed in my blue nightie. "Two women held me down - one 
on my legs, she played with my thing. The other held me down on my arms and 
put her panties in my face."

Ethel said, `why do you keep up with that nonsense! The door was locked when 
we came home. No one forced their way in! I think it suits your sex 
fantasies to make this up. It complements your disgusting behavior this 
morning!"

"But, but..." I began crying uncontrollably. "it was you and Charlotte! I 
think you're lying to me!"

"How dare you Greg!" Ethel said.  "When I came into the bedroom last night 
you were sleeping like a baby. I'm sorry Greg but I don't see any way to put 
Humpty Dumpty back together again. Charlotte, I think we have to call 
Lillian, tell her to come back and get him off our hands. I hope she can 
find a good counselor for him!" I could tell that Ethel was struggling to 
say the words. It was not easy for her.  I was done peeing and  flushed the 
toilet and came back in the bedroom. Charlotte was  sizing up the situation. 
  She seemed surprisingly calm.

"Yesterday," she said,  `I thought I had really found my Vickie, and today I 
wake up to this. Little ugly Greg shows up and makes Ethel an unwitting 
party to his sick fantasies.

I looked at her and said, " I still am Vickie, Aunt Charlotte, I'm not Greg. 
I was Greg when I moved Aunt Ethel's hand, but last night when I was raped I 
was..."

"You keep talking about this rape like it really happened. It didn't - face 
it.  Maybe you had some powerful wet dream where you enacted fantasies about 
being raped - but it did not happen here in this  apartment."

"It seemed so real, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"Don't interrupt me! Greg would interrupt me. Vickie would not. Greg did 
what he did to Ethel. Vickie would not."

There was a pause in which no one spoke. Finally I said, "I'm scared to 
leave the apartment. I'm scared  about my mom and dad. I'm scared about you 
hurting me. I want everything to be back to the way it was yesterday."

"I want Greg to die," Charlotte said. `I want Greg dead."

I swallowed hard and looked into Charlotte's face.

"Dead?" I said.

"Dead, Greg. If you will only be Vickie, then I won't call Lillian and I 
won't throw you out. But you must prove to me that Greg is truly dead. No 
more Greg ever! Not the slightest whiff of Greg. Just my Vickie.  Vickie who 
is obedient,  a perfect angel. My perfect angel niece, who only wants to be 
loving and pretty and helpful. Who thrives on being as cute as she can be. A 
girl who will do everything she is asked. Can you promise that?"

"I can be Vickie," I said. "Greg is dead. I swear that I'll only be loving 
and helpful, and I'll try to be pretty for you."

"Now tell me, Vickie, were you raped last night?"

"Oh no, Aunt Charlotte! It was just a dream. I'm sure."

"And what if you have the same dream again?"

"Aunt Charlotte, I'll be very happy, because in my dream I was able to make 
you happy!"

"And what about that stupid thing between your legs? Its the thing which 
gets you into trouble!"

"I don't know, Aunt Charlotte! What should I do about it?"

"Its a stupid, ugly thing."

"But what can I do about it!!" I said hysterically.

"What can you do?" Charlotte asked.

Ethel came to life, "Vickie doesn't have a boys thing. She has a vagina. Its 
a very beautiful vagina. Like all girls have. Its just as pretty as 
anybody's!"

At first I didn't catch on, but then I saw what Ethel was getting at.

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte, I have a vagina. That's all I have! I only have  a 
vagina. Its a girls vagina!"

"Really now?" Charlotte said.

I saw Ethel look sharply at Charlotte and I said in my best Vickie voice, 
"please believe that I do Aunt Charlotte. I'll do everything I can to 
deserve my vagina. I'll make you so proud of me!"  I had no other straws to 
grasp a hold of. I was sure I sounded sincere, since inside I believed it 
was true. I saw Charlotte's face soften. I knew she wanted me as her Vickie.

"Are you really my Vickie?"

"Yes, Aunt Charlotte."

"You really have a vagina?"

"I've always had one," I said, "since I was a baby!"

"Is it pretty?"

"Yes!"

"How do you know?"

"All vaginas are pretty!"

"Is mine pretty?"

"Yes!" I said, even though I had never seen hers, and I knew that she knew 
that.

She raised her gown exposing her vagina. I stared at it, surprised by her 
action. It had beautiful blonde hair curling around two sides of a slit. 
"You've never seen a vagina, have you?" she asked.

"No, Aunt Charlotte."

"Is mine pretty?"

"Oh, yes, Aunt Charlotte!"

"You never saw your mom's? You never got dressed together?"

"I was too young to remember, Aunt Charlotte."

"Take a look at Ethel's."

Ethel did not move and Charlotte said, "Ethel, take off your panties."

She finally did as Charlotte said, and she exposed the curly black hair of 
her vagina.

Now the two women stood next to me. "You need to know vaginas better, and 
then you'll know your own better."

Charlotte took a step closer to me so and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Take a good look," she said, and I rearranged myself so I was looking 
straight ahead at her vagina. It was just inches from my face. I looked up 
and was shocked to see how far Charlotte's breasts projected out from her 
body. Above her pubic hair was her lower abdomen and her hips curving 
rapidly inward to a small waist.

"It's very pretty, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"Do you want to touch it?"

"Your vagina, Aunt Charlotte?"

"Yes."

"You can kiss it if you want to," Charlotte said.

"Charlotte!" Ethel said.

"And you can kiss Ethel's. I want you to get to know them and I want you to 
love them and do whatever they ask of you."

"Charlotte!" Ethel said.

"And that way, Ethel, Vickie is going to feel that she has a vagina too. Now 
show how much you love our vaginas."

I said, "pretty vaginas I love you!"

"Vickie, go ahead and kiss them.  Show how much you love us and how happy 
you are to have your own vagina."

Looking up at Charlotte, I saw her smile and motion toward her vagina and I 
moved my head the remaining  inches and gave a gentle kiss on the warm 
tickly pubic hair. "How sweet, my angel," Charlotte said, "you can kiss my 
vagina every morning when you wake up, so everyday you'll remember that you 
have one too!"

"Thank you Aunt Charlotte," I said.

"Now give Ethel's a kiss!"

Ethel seemed a bit nonplussed about it, but she came and stood close to me, 
next to Charlotte, and she put her hand on the back of my head and ran her 
fingers through my hair.  I put my face toward her vagina and gave it a 
kiss. Hers was as hot as Charlotte's.

"Oh, Vickie, you are an angel," Ethel said. She seemed weepy to me.

I never saw Charlotte as filled with happiness as she seemed now. She smiled 
at me and she smiled at Ethel.

I sat back up on the bed and Charlotte took my hand and had me stand up.  
"You are the prettiest niece an Aunt ever had, and no one has ever made me 
so happy."  She embraced me.  She wrapped her arms around me and my face 
nestled against her naked breasts and she squeezed me. I could only imagine 
the picture we made: me in my pretty blue babydoll and she naked.

"I've got to get to work," Charlotte said. "I've laid out a pretty dress for 
you to wear today and one of your new bras. Ethel is going to enquire as to 
placing you in the ballet and sewing classes, and I'm going to give a call 
today to see about getting you a job. There are plenty of other chores to do 
around here and Ethel will make up a list before she leaves."

"When is she leaving?" I said.

"Late this afternoon, so you'll have the chance to show me how nicely you 
can take care of the apartment and how nice a dinner you can prepare."

Being reminded of Ethel's departure made me a little nervous.

"Oh, and you'll find a pink leotard, tights and ballet slippers in the 
dresser. That should be what you need for ballet class."

"Thank you, Aunt Charlotte," I said.

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

Just before Charlotte left the apartment, while I was eating breakfast, the 
phone rang and Charlotte answered it.

"Who?.....Greg?.....There is no Greg living here.....I'm sorry, you must 
have the wrong number."

I heard Charlotte hang up the phone and walk over to me.  She said, "funny, 
it was a math professor from NYU. He said he wanted to speak to a Greg. I 
said there's no Greg living here."

Charlotte stared at me and I gazed back at her.  My eyes felt glassy, but no 
tears fell. I felt happy about that.

**************************
end chapter 17A
(c) 2002 by Pamela, all rights reserved.
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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