Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 17:21:30 -0800 (PST) From: Sarah James Subject: Little Nickie and Mommy...Ch 7 They would stand on the shore of the magic pond, nursing and fingering, rhythmically, each set of fingers stroking inward as each set of lips drew slightly together in a pucker and a slight suction withdrew a sprinkling of milk into the warm mouth and upon a warm and wet tongue. Little did Marcy realize that his nursing slowly increased his level of progesterone, a result of Danielle's own hormone therapy that stunted any further growth of male character in the boy. He would be like he was forever, with the tender flesh, softness, smallness and boyishness he was so blessed with. It was on their last night together that Danielle had decided...it was time for Marcy to cum home. Marcy had no problem with this idea, in fact he was so excited he wanted to hug his big sister forever, please her, lick and suck her clit and worship her for saving him and making him so happy. But, first things were first and Danielle had very precise instructions for Marcy. He would have to follow his big sister?s directions exactly or he would never be able to see her again?the mere thought made him shudder and wrap his arms around her tightly. He never wanted to be separated from his beloved big sister, never. His smooth, hairless arms wrapped around Danielle?s slender waist and his face immediately sought the comfort of her cleavage. Instinctively, Danielle?s arms caressed and consoled her baby boy. The firm softness of her breasts gave way easily to the contours of Marcy?s gentle features, his little button nose deftly finding a small space between the large white globes of soft, taught, bouncy breast flesh where his breath was unlabored, steady, slow and rhythmic. Just being close to his adoring big sister calmed him. Her scent of like magic and he yearned for it always. He listened intently, focused and entirely on every word Danielle spoke to him. Her instructions were slow, direct, precise and calculated. Over his growing anticipation was a pit of fear in his heart. His fear was overwhelmed by his lust. He wanted to consummate their relation of big sister and baby brother, he wanted to show her how much he wanted, needed, and hand to have her, every part of her, to taste her, smell her, and be at her beck and call forever. Most of all he wanted to taste the sweet flesh of her beautiful clit, to wrap his lips around it and take her into him, to feel its warmth, it?s sweetness and it?s power between his sweet lips. His mouth watered as he thought of her taste, her smell, her warmth as he nuzzled to turgid clit close to his face, to his nose and his cheek? he wanted her so bad? The afternoon seemed to linger, scoffing him, mocking him as if the afternoon knew his secret, his plan, his future. Nothing interested him, nothing that is except for daydreams of her? his Goddess? his big busty, voluptuous sensuous and kinky big sister Danielle. His sphincter ached to be fingered and his clitty pulsed, half-erect in his shorts. He had an overwhelming urge to strip right there in the back yard and lie on the grass, letting the warm sun cascade over him as his legs spread wide and his fingers traced and prodded the folds and openings of his ass. Feeling like he was about to go completely mad with anticipation, his anguish was broken by the shrill of a voice he had grew to distaste. His mother called him in for dinner? her cry was as lifeless as her expression, and as lifeless as her form and as lifeless as her existence. She was a shell of a person with as much interest as a piece of lint. She never touched him, held him, cooed him, coddled him, talked to him, or did any of the things a good mother should. Her body was lifeless, thin; she was built more like he was without the maternal outline that he yearned to be close to. To say he was neglected was an understatement. As he entered the lifeless house he suddenly realized that it was for the last time? this was the last time he would have to face the doledrum of this place because tonight he was going home! The kitchen table stood as it always had but it had lost its foreboding. He would no longer have to sit at the maligned contraption, forced to eat such horrid dishes, night after night, ? this was the last time? after tonight, he would be free! After dinner, his heart began to race slightly. The words of his big sister echoed in his ears? it had begun and he recalled the instructions as clear as spring water. After he was excused from the dreaded table, he walked calmly but happily up to the 2nd story of the dreadful house. His mother was absorbed in yet another program on television? desperately looking for an excitement she could not fashion in her own life, her eyes were transfixed on the celluloid tube and never waivered. Marcy knew that his motions would go unseen, undetected and unnoticed and not until it was much too late would her trance be broken? He began by drawing himself a bath. He loved baths, sitting in the warm water, naked, alone, quiet, touching, tickling and fondling to his heart?s content. In the water he poured the entire contents of his mother?s lilac water, half a bottle, along with a quarter bottle of baby oil. He sat in the warm water with the light off for the better part of a half an hour, soaking and dreaming? dreaming of his big sister who would take care of him from now until forever. He was careful to follow the instructions of his big sister and did not touch himself, not even the slightest brush or tease. He did pay special attention to his nipples and areolas, which seemed to have gotten more and more sensitive lately and the feeling grew warm between his ass cheeks as he tickles and gently pinched the eraser-like pink nubs of his nipples. After a thorough soaking he got himself out of the bath and flicked on the light. Next, he took his mother?s shaving razor and shaving lotion and proceeded to cover his groin, underarms and chest with the white, melon and cucumber scented foam. He shaved his body smooth, although there was little hair to be removed, most of it was between his legs. Next he reached into the vanity and found a small hand held mirror. He again took the shaving foam and coated the inside valley of tender flesh between his ass cheeks. A dewy light blond tuft of hair was gently removed from around his cut little pink pucker asshole. When he was done his pussy was smooth as a baby?s bottom. He rubbed some more baby oil into the soft absorbent flesh around his asshole, slowly and gently rubbing the oil deeper and deeper into the soft, pink, delicate flesh. He heard the voice, the gentle, stern, loving voice of his big sister and he broke the daydream of the finger rimming he was giving himself just long enough to get back on track. After his body was smooth, he dried his body well, taking great care to dab at his skin and not rub,? ?girls dab? horrible, nasty boys rub?? as his big sister had taught him. After being completely dabbed dry he went over to the vanity again. There he opened the drawer that his mother kept her makeup as if it were his own. He began expertly to apply foundation to his face followed by a light powdering of blush. Next came some color for his eyes and then some eye-liner that accentuated the almond shape of his big blue eyes. He applied a healthy coat of thick mascara that separated and lengthened each of his eyelashed. Before he knew it he was staring back at the cutest little sissy-boy he had ever seen. To cap it off he applied a thick coat of pink pearl lip gloss then quickly, but quietly and thoroughly emptied the contents of the drawer into the oversized makeup bag he had taken inside the bathroom with him. With his large bag of cosmetics in hand he opened the door and stepped out into the hall, fully made up and completely naked. He walked up towards the banister. It lined the walkway that ran the length of the great room that made up the living room / kitchen of the house. Looking down, he could see his mother, still transfixed on the flashing light of the picture tube, unresponsive otherwise and numb to the rest of the world. He walked, slowly, with a sway in his hips that caused his clitty to jiggle just a slight, his ass swayed from side to side as his slightly curvaceous hips moved to some silent music somewhere in the night. He entered his mother?s bedroom as if it were his own. Slowly and calmly he walked over to the chest of drawers. Deftly he opened the 2nd from the top, the lingerie drawer. There, he calmly picked out a pair of silky powder blue thong panties and a matching wonder bra. His mother was built very much like he was, like a boy? so the garments fit him perfectly? but not for much longer? He expertly stepped into the panties and slid them up his smooth, baby skinned legs. He wiggled his hips slightly and fitted the satiny smoothness over his hips, tucked his little clitty bump between his seemingly now shrinking scrotum and eased the waistband around his soft and slightly curvy waiste. Next he placed first one then the other arm through the bra straps and expertly brought the back strap around and behind him, clasping each of the two clasps as if he had done so for each day of his life. He followed with a burgundy half slip and a pair of 3? heels. He knew where everything was and moved around the room with skill, grace and confidence? he belonged in this room, it was all his. After he dressed he proceeded over to the vanity where he sat softly with all of the grace of a great swan in front of the illuminated mirror. He opened the drawer of the vanity and took out some foundation cream, blush, eye shadow, mascara, eye liner pencil and a lip gloss. He applied the foundation first, with ginger strokes to his delicate face. Next he applied some blush to give color and depth to his high cheekbones. Following the blush he expertly applied some baby blue sparkle eye shadow that matched the blue of his eyes. If only his big sister could see what an expert job he was doing... she would be so proud of him. After the eye shadow he used the pencil to apply eye liner to the tops and bottoms of his eye lids, making his large almond shaped eyes even more alluring. Finally, he applied a thick coat of dark pink lip gloss, making his lips thick and pouty. After he was done the makeup on the vanity and in the drawer were all placed into a small makeup bag he had brought with him. He then arose from the vanity and walked over to the chest of drawers and the contents of his mother's lingerie drawer were all placed into an oversized purse which he withdrew from his mother's closet. After all of his mother's panties, bras, slips, camisoles, garterbelts and stockings had been placed into the purse, he placed the smaller makeup bag also into the purse. He was ready. Finally, it was time to leave this dreadful place. Looking just like a little girl who had snuck into her mother's bedroom to play dress-up, Marcy emerged. He looked over and down the banister to his mother, she was still transfixed on the television... in her own world and oblivious to everything around her... her own private hell if you will. The heels were just a little big for him but Danielle had promised that he would have a whole closet full once he began living at his new home. He strutted down the hallway and descended the steps that fell just past his mother's line of sight, had she been paying attention to the world around her. A smile was on Marcy's face as he gracefully, slowly and sultrily entered the kitchen, opened the back door and exited the house. He was finally out... and out for good this time. There would be no chance of him returning and he was so relieved that he almost wept. He spun quickly and began walking along the side of the house towards the front yard. The night air was warm and it caressed his exposed skin and made the camisole move across his skin, deftly fluttering against his tummy and back. When he approached the sidewalk, he turned towards the outskirts of town, South, and began to walk slowly, just as Danielle had taught him with a sultry swing of his hips, heel to toe with small steps, his left hand splayed outwards the other holding the strap of his purse that was slung over his right shoulder. The smell of the lip-gloss, melon and the aroma of the cosmetics mixed with the gentle perfume on his bra panty and camisole. He loved the way he was dressed and wanted to stay just that way forever. The gentle sway in his hips became more pronounced as he took each step. The camisole swayed back and forth over his smooth flat tummy, his panties neatly around his hips, his little cocket tucked inside. His nipples became erect from the gentle breeze and the brush of the smooth, soft material over them. His smooth, soft honeydew melon ass cheeks wiggled as he walked and the smooth softness of his thighs gentle rubbed as his steps moved in front of each other. Any minute a car or person could have come upon Marcy and seen him in his slendor. Marcy could have cared less at that point, hardly ashamed and every bit proud of who he was, what he looked like and how he felt. His pussy-ass began to moisten with the thought of his beloved big sister, and the welcoming he was soon to experience. Within 15 to 20 minutes Marcy approached the town park... the one located at the center of town where he saw a figure, voluptuous, a bit taller than he over to one corner of the park, and he knew the figure was waiting for him. Nickie was almost done with the hormone therapy, her breasts ached as they swelled to an astounding 38EEE, her nipples puffed an incredible 3 inches away from the rest of her breast flesh. Her clitty was also engourged, erect, and weeping with a thick, creamy, droplet who's aroma was able to be sensed immediately. Nickie was dressed in a dark purple, velvety corset with matching opera gloves, dark purple stockings held up with a black garter belt. She stood on 4 inch heel mary janes and her breasts were framed by a open bra that strained from the size and weight but somehow seemed to give some lift to the massive melons, making them slightly boyant and as she walked, her breasts bounced happily before her, her puffy areolas crowned by super erect nipples that resembled pencil erasers. Marcy was in awe at the sight before him. His big sister Danielle had told him that his sister Nickie would meet up with him to walk him home, but he didn't realize just how amazingly attractive his new sibling was, or how much he would want and need her, near, inside, on top and all over him. He proceeded to approach Nickie as he had been instructed. He placed his purse down on the ground and approached Nickie with his pretty head bowed down. He knelt before his sister so that his face was even with the throbbing clit jutting out from between Nickie's creamy thighs. Marcy leaned forward and puckered his lips, placing a gentle kiss to the tip of Nickie's 9 inch clit, making contact with the droplet of creamy white clit juice dangling from the tip as it mixed with Marcy's lip gloss and evenly coated his full pink lips. However, it wasn't Nickie's clitty that Marcy was to give "special" attention, but rather her especially fragrant and moist pussy-ass. Without speaking, Nickie turned around so that her soft, milky-white, curvey and soft voluptuous ass cheeks were facing an eager and desirous Marcy. Nickie raised her left leg, placing it on the bench to her immediate left, spreading her legs slightly and allowing her ass crack to open which gave Marcy a bird's eye view of the wonderfully extended "pussy-lips" that hung between the warmth of the inside of her ass crack. Marcy moved closer, his nose began to pick up the wonderful aroma that mixed the warm spicy smell of Nickie's ass with the sweet, feminine bouquet of moisture that was a result of Nickie's extreme hormone therapy. Once Marcy's nose was firmly snug inside Nickie's ass, his mouth opened slightly, his pink glossy lips shun in the moonlight, and his wet, warm, soft tongue extended out of the delicate little mouth. Marcy's tongue swipped Nickie's ass which made the feminized sissy shudder. Marcy's tongue expertly drew little circles around Nickie's long, extended sphincter, tracing the outline of her slightly dilated asshole. Marcy's tongue darted in and out of the warm sweet hole and he greedily lapped up the increasing flow of moist, creamy, slightly bitter cream that flowed from the open hole. Soon, Marcy's lips were encircling Nickie's pussy-ass, his tongue making long swipes at the tender flesh and he hungrily consumed the flow of creamy hormone goodness that now flowed at the pace of a small trickle. Nickie shuddered, then again, but stronger, her legs became weak as they opened slightly more to allow further probing deep into her dark dilated asshole. Marcy continued his lovemaking to Nickie's delicious ass and Nickie continued to shudder, small tiny wonderful orgasms began to fill her pelvis with joy and Nickie's clitty began to leak a thick creamy musky fluid that she collected in the palm of her hand. A small pool of the liquid grew into a larger pool, filing the cup made by Nickie's delicate hand. Once the shuddering had subsided, Nickie turned around and fed her little brother his prize. Like a baby bird, Marcy tilted his head back and opened his mouth just slightly. Nickie tilted her hand sideways which made the thick cream begin to run, like thick liquid marshmallow cream into the waiting mouth of little Marcy. Marcy used his soft velvety tongue to wipe his big sisters palm clean. Nickie held the petal-soft cheeks of Marcy's face in each palm and brought her lips to his. Their lips met and the contents of Marcy's mouth began to mix as the two allowed their tongues to dance around each other like little pink velvety fairys on a midsummer's eve. After a 10 minute snowball, Marcy continued his kneeling position as Nickie stood. Both of Nickie's legs were well set in front of Marcy and Nickie's half erect clit bobbed in the air just in front of Marcy's sweet mouth. Marcy's lip gloss had been smeared as had Nickie's. Nickie simply said one sentence... "Open wide little boy..." to which Marcy opened his mouth good and wide. Nickie placed her clitty just at the opening of the little sissy's lips. "Now remember baby boy, don't spill one drop and you'll get a big pretty surprise when we get you home" "I promise Nickie... I won't spill any" "You are such a good boy..." With that, Nickie's clitty began a steady thin stream of glistening slightly yellowish liquid that began it's way into Marcy's mouth and down his eager throat. Nickie had drank quite a bit of Mommy's special feminizing tea earlier that night and her little bladder was eager to empty itself. The stream continued to flow past Marcy's pretty pink-smeared lips as he continued to drink, swallow after bitter-sweet, warm and nourishing swallow. The pee was warm but not hot, like a perfect cup of tea, and slightly salty with a hint of something else... something thicker in flavor and tasted wonderful. Stay tuned for chapter 8... A Day in the Sun at Mommy's house... I hope you all like my stories. Write to me and tell me what you think, any suggestions, comments, praises, or naughty thoughts are always welcome at Mommysara5825@yahoo.com TTFN xoxoxoxoxoxoxo